The moment he stepped into the bedroom, Logan knew that he's wife was about to pick up an argument, she sat on the stool next to the vanity table wearing a see through black long night dress, leaning forward with her elbow placed on her crossed legs, the one resting on the ground was tapping repeatedly.
Because he wasn't up for it that night, Logan ignored her and went inside the bathroom, took a shower and came back only for him to find her in the same position.
It had become a norm for them to bicker in their marriage, the man wished he had spent the night with his lover instead.
Drawing the covers back, Logan sat on the bed and applied a cream all over his hands.
His lazy eyes glanced at Megan only to find her glaring at him.
