"Mum. She asked me to grab her some lemonade juice from the kitchen. The staff are weirdly unavailable," she answered.
"Yeah, I asked them to take a day off in preparation for our wedding tomorrow. Grab what you want, and get out."
"Don't speak to me that way, Atlas. I don't like it." Her voice dropped with irritation, partly because of him mentioning the wedding and partly because of how condescending he was being.
"Grab what you need, and get out," he repeated, waving the knife now.
Aveline held her breath in her little corner. She has never seen hatred before like the one she was seeing in Atlas eyes.
He looked murderous. Like he would strangle the life out of Faiza if he could.
Her brain went into overdrive mode. So many thoughts filtered through. Could Faiza have found out the truth about him and now he hated her for it? But that wouldn't even explain why she clearly still wanted him.
