Distorted face

Tears still glistened in Rowan's eyes, tracing down both cheeks as she spoke with excitement. She didn't attempt to wipe them away, her wrist held in his grasp. Despite her words, it seemed like she hardly minded the tears, her misty eyes and flushed cheeks betraying her fervor.

She resembled a young animal backed into a corner, standing her ground against him with unwavering determination. A strange feeling welled up within him, almost compelling him to release her hand. But the next moment, he recalled why he needed to maintain control.

The delicate woman before him, outwardly demure, held a personality in stark contrast. She had manipulated him into marriage, and now she had cleverly maneuvered him once more. The memories of his own hesitations and regrets surged, stoking uncontrollable anger. And now, pregnant with another man's child, she audaciously stood before him, attempting to shake his composure.

With each passing thought, his anger intensified, displacing the earlier odd e