In a hurry, Isabella rushed up the stairs to the bedroom after Estella left.
Upon arriving, she found her husband sitting on the sofa, watching a celebrity show on TV, even though he usually disliked such programs. Frowning, she approached him and stood in front of the screen, blocking his view.
"You're acting strange," she remarked.
Hunter sighed, still pouting, and shifted to lie down, using a pillow to cover his face while resting his head on the edge of the sofa.
"Honey..." Isabella quickly sat beside him, pulling the pillow away. "Is this about Sarah?"
Hunter remained silent, his gaze cold.
"I don't deserve that look just because of that girl, anyway!" Isabella insisted, crossing her arms.
"Sorry," Hunter muttered, his expression softening.
