Chapter 860

“Mommy, I made the pasta specially to ask for your forgiveness,” said Harold sadly. “Last night, I—”

“Harold, go out for a minute,” Duke interrupted him. “I have something to talk to your Mommy about. In private.”

Harold looked up at his father, annoyed. “Daddy, I haven’t finished my sentence. Could you please let me finish my words? Then you can talk to Mommy all you want.”

“It cannot wait. Go. Now.”

Duke took the plate of pasta from his hands and placed it on the bedside table. He then lifted Harold up and carried him out of the bedroom.

“Daddy, you’ve gone too far!”

Harold shouted fiercely. Duke glared at him before he closed the door and locked it.

He turned to Adina. “I’m certain that Harold’s pasta is not as tasty as mine. Are you sure you want to eat it?”

Adina looked at him. “Why did you drive Hal out? What exactly do you want to tell me about?”

“Ahem, nothing.” Duke rested his gaze on her collar. “It’s not good if our children see that.”

Adina looked down. The neckl