Chapter 147
Myrah's POV
I answered, "Just a long week," not really knowing how to put the conundrum I was facing into words. All Valentino could do was hum back, and we got to eating. The meal was flawless and incredibly tasty. I had the good fortune to marry a fantastic chef.
Around the middle of the meal, I noticed Valentino. He was bothered by something. He was strangely silent, and he continued staring at me with an enigmatic, unfathomable face, as though he was waiting for me to say something.
"All right, tell me what's happening. Or have I developed two heads? Why do you have that kind of stare at me?" After setting down my fork, I asked Valentino. Valentino leaned forward and set down his fork as well.
"Val, did I do something incorrectly? "Baby, what's wrong?" I questioned him, having butterflies in my stomach. I didn't remember doing anything worth his anxiety or something that would bother him.
