In that charged moment, Bella felt a rush of conflicting emotions—guilt for interrupting, desire sparked by his commanding presence, and a deepening affection that bound her to him.
Theodore's tone was tinged with displeasure as he confronted Bella. "Why didn't you come to me when I asked?"
Bella was taken aback, her mouth falling open in surprise. "You were on a video conference! You still wanted me to come closer to you like this?" She gestured at herself, indicating her appearance in her nightwear.
He squinted at her, a hint of hurt crossing his features. "You don't trust me!"
"It's not about trust," she countered firmly. "I can't just walk in front of them dressed like this."
His arms tightened around her. "Do you think I'm the kind of man who would flaunt my wife in front of others like that? What do you take me for?" He spanked her bump.
"Ouch!" she yelped, surprised. "Why did you hit me?"
