~Christopher’s POV~
We made our way to the dining room table. My wife was not at the table as we were going to eat. I lifted my head to see if she was nearby.
“Do not bother; she is not going to eat.”
“Why?”
“I spotted her heading to the wine cellar.”
I started eating with Liam, but I’m not comfortable eating while my wife is drinking. Taking a tray, I placed both my food and hers on it, then stood up. "Liam, do you mind if Daddy has dinner with mommy?" I saw him giving me the cutest smile. I took that as a 'yes' and left. I know she will not be in our room. As a result, I made my way to the guest room she was constantly using. I knocked and walked in. Camille was guzzling. I could see she was restraining herself from looking at me.
I guess I’m a little too much of a jerk for my own good.
“According to Liam, you haven’t eaten,” I said as I entered the guestroom.
