Back in the car, Arwen turned to look at Aiden, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion as though she couldn't quite understand what was wrong.
"What happened to you?" she asked, not able to take his sullen expression anymore. "You have barely spoken a word since we left the party. Did something upset you?"
However, he didn't respond. His hand simply rested on the steering wheel, manoeuvring it with practised precision.
She gave him the time, waiting for him to speak, but even after several seconds, he didn't make the slightest effort to answer her. She pursed her lips.
"Husband, you —"
Just then, the car came to an abrupt halt, making her gasp. She turned toward the road, but finding it lazily empty, she didn't understand the reason for stopping.
Glancing back at Aiden, she opened her mouth to ask, but before she could, he turned to face her. His eyes held a deep, simmering resentment —one that almost felt too familiar.
