''Annalise,'' Dante knocked on the door, calling for his second wife.
''Annalise.''
''Annalise, please open the door.'' He continued knocking with his gaze sullen, ''You can't shut me out.''
Annalise, that did not see anyone…not even Dante, since two days after the warning from the duchess, slowly opened the door for him.
Her dainty fingers rested on the edge of the door as her gaze stayed on the ground for a while, then slowly rose up to him.
Just the sight of his dear wife made Dante, feel as if someone pierced a knife through his heart.
Her swollen eyelids evident of her teary state, her puffy and slightly haggard angelic face, wet misty green eyes that used to be bright and cheery, dried reddened cheeks, and protruding, trembling lower lips,
Her present state showed him how much she shed tears and he had the nerve not to see her immediately, even if she had been ignoring him.
