His jealousy again!

The night's lights cast long shadows across the room as Samira stepped inside after her long day at work. She was really feeling the weight of the day in her bones. She spotted Ray immediately, sprawled arrogantly on her favorite sofa with papers spread out across the coffee table, his phone glued to his ear. He was deep in conversation, his tone authoritative and commanding. He was far from the man who was always acting childish and petty towards her—the man in front of her was the typical Ray she had grown to despise or the one she'd failed to understand. She had barely put her bag down when he saw her approach. He ended his call abruptly when he saw her, his eyes locking onto her with a gaze that could strip paint.

"So, you've finally decided to come home," he remarked softly, his voice deceptively calm. "I thought you might stay out late with those male colleagues of yours."

Samira was dumbfounded. I think you need a good checking, because the level of childish