"Breakfast," he repeated slowly and eerily calmly. "Have you eaten?"
She shook her head, tightening her grip on a sharp piece of crystal. This was the most stupid facade she had ever seen. And the most dangerous thing he had done yet.
"Then you should join me. I'm about to prepare something. I used to be a good chef, although I'm a little rusty now."
A scoff escaped her before she could stop it. Him? Cooking? So he could finally unleash his anger through food poisoning?
"I'm not having breakfast with you," she said coldly, dropping the broken shards back onto the pile with resentment about his sudden chill.
Lucian shrugged nonchalantly, looking away, but his gaze landed on the wide-open drawer and the documents she had clearly been digging through, and then back at her.
"Oh… I was just—"
"No need to explain," he interrupted, smoothly. "We're married. I have nothing to hide from you."
He reached over and slid the drawer shut.
