Lillian
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Slamming the door leading to my husband's office, I landed my palms on his desk with a bang, forcing him to look at me in disbelief.
My appearance left much to be desired, I don't remember the last time I took a bath, there was a bird's nest on my head, and there were blue swollen bruises under my eyes. But I didn't care at all. Gritting my teeth to a grinding sound, I looked into the blue eyes of Horel, who was calm and hissed in a hoarse voice:
- Beloved husband! Why haven't you been visiting your dear wife for so long? - It was impossible to hide the mockery in my voice.
He immediately got up and approached me, making an attempt to hug me, but I stepped back, throwing his hands aside.
"You're not feeling well, honey. You should rest more, you don't have a face at all. - He looked as if he felt regret.
- And you? Are you feeling all right? Or have you already forgotten about Xana? – burning with chest pain, I hissed.
