~{CHADWICK'S POV}~
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"What dream do you speak of, my dear?" I patiently asked and tried to sound like an understanding father.
And instead of answering, she said,
"I do not wish to talk to you. I need my husband."
At her words, my eyes lit at the mention of 'I need my husband'.
When I felt a smile creeping in on my lips, I smoothly looked away and cleared my throat in order not to laugh and get her more upset.
But how can I not smile at that? She was no longer referring to Peter as her brother but her husband and that was a huge upgrade.
When I looked at her, my expression was back to normal as I stared down at her and she was quietly staring at me like she was trying to understand me.
"You left your husband in my room," I reminded her and I noticed how tears gathered in her eyes as her stare turned to a glare.
"But I did not ask to be followed by you," she coldly said and her words broke my heart but I wasn't one to back down.
