"Something happened at home?" Ranon asked. They returned to their bedroom. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and they had not yet eaten anything.
Ranon had ordered dinner delivered to their bedroom because Hazel wanted to pack. They had to catch the earliest flight.
Her husband had his men stay in Arthur's apartment to deal with the aftermath.
"No," Hazel replied curtly. Ranon knew it meant the opposite.
He hugged her from behind and asked more gently this time. "What happened? Something is bothering you. Is Ashlyn fine?"
"Yes, she is fine. But she refused to talk to me." Hazel looked sullen. "She intentionally didn't look at the camera and turned around. What audacity from that child! I wonder where she got that temper from."
Ranon laughed when he heard that. If it were just between the two of them, it would be obvious who would easily become cranky and sulky for a long time.
