The jab in her voice didn't escape Nathaniel's notice.
Riya was the one who had sown tension between them. Quietly, he resolved to be more cautious, determined not to allow any misunderstanding to come between him and his wife again.
He tugged lightly at the hem of her nightdress. "Zara…I haven't eaten anything since last night. I'm hungry."
When Zara turned back to him, Nathaniel blinked up at her with an innocent, almost childlike expression. For a moment, she looked at him speechlessly, taken aback.
That look—it was all too familiar.
Zane made that very same face whenever he wanted something from her. Suddenly, she realized the little boy had inherited this trait from his father.
