On a quiet afternoon, Olivia sat languidly on the sofa, her clear, lovely eyes glancing toward the kitchen from time to time.
'Does Zachary actually know how to wash dishes? Can he even get them clean?'
William Wynne sat on the other side, casually flipping through the newspaper in his hands.
"Olivia, go pack your things in a bit. This afternoon, you're going back to Zachary's place with him."
The man spoke in a deep voice without looking up.
Hearing William Wynne's words, Olivia immediately looked up at him.
"I don't want to go."
"You two are husband and wife. You have to go whether you want to or not," William Wynne said in a low voice, snapping the newspaper shut.
"This is your family home. If you want to stay, you can come back when you're free, but ordinarily, you should be living at Zachary's place," William Wynne stated his opinion gravely.
This time, Olivia didn't say anything in rebuttal, but she didn't agree with William Wynne either.
