"M-My lord" Jerel stuttered in disbelief. Apollo's words did leave him speechless, but what he spoke next, felt like a tight slap on his face.
"Are you trying to disobey my wife, your lady Jerel?" he questioned sternly, creasing his brows in displeasure.
Jerel's face paled at his coldness and the way he straightened up on his seat, made him flinch a little.
It was unexpected for Apollo to talk so rudely with Jerel. In all these years, Apollo had always been putting his words at first place, believing every word of his lie but today, something about Apollo left Jerel astonished and his doubts began to resurface.
Jerel couldn't fathom any word to explain it back. All he could do was watch Apollo throw daggers at him. The dark, cold eyes stared at him expectantly as if he were waiting for his reply.
