Ray hesitated, his anger briefly flickering with confusion. He stared at Esme, his chest rising and falling heavily with frustration. "You think I have a problem with him?" he asked, incredulous.
Esme shook her head slowly, her gaze unwavering. "What I think is this—you guys have been on edge since the moment he arrived. First, you eavesdrop on conversations; then you act like you're going to tear him apart at breakfast with your gaze. Now that he's fired a few servants, you storm in here, yelling like a child. And you're doing this while you know I'm in the middle of an important meeting."
Ray's face reddened even more as his fists clenched at his sides. "This is my house!" he shouted. "Just because you live here and you're called our wife doesn't mean you have the right to do as you please!"
