Facing the window, which was in the opposite direction from the door, where his wife welcomed her maids to help her start the day, Canillas closed his eyes while suppressing the uneasy feelings that surged again when the word husband was delivered through her soft voice.
Although it sounded like a gust of the wind, it seeped deeply into his ears, giving him a peculiar feeling but like a prick in his heart.
He thought that he would feel joy when he heard her call him husband, as he had always been when he listened to that admission about his status when she introduced him to Mrs. Powel and last night when she stood for him from the impudent Viscount. However, this time was different.
Canillas wondered why he could not feel joy as he expected, but that uneasy feeling that came to him struck his core like a bolt of the blue.
As he lay on his chest, Canillas could still vividly smell the calming scent and feel the warmth that was left by his cruel wife.
