At Knight Heritage, Italy
8:30 a.m.
Rosaline was having her breakfast with all others at the grand dining table. Only the sound of forks and knives hitting the plates could be heard as everyone savored the delectable comestibles quietly. She sliced the meat while holding the knife in a tight grip while her eyes wandered around. She chewed it slowly and looked at Xavier but he didn't even look up at her not even once.
Which hurt her.
He was giving her a very silent treatment which was not going down well with her. Rosaline wasn't used to this kind of Xavier. The Xavier with whom she was familiar was indeed a crazy and obsessed psychopath but he was also a loving and extra caring husband. But now his aura seemed completely different. It had turned much colder and reticent. His eyes were glued to his plate as he ate his food silently. Rosaline kept staring at him as she was confused by his demeanor.
