"What do you want, Claude?" Ayla huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest, not wanting to leave any room for argument. "An answer, my darling wife." Claude could see a nerve ticking at the side of her forehead as frustration seeped into her bones. But he decided to turn a blind eye to it. "All I want is an answer." He mumbled, leaning down. Bringing his hands to rest on the armrests on either side, he trapped her. "What answer?" She snapped at him, her eyes darting around, looking everywhere but at him. The intensity of his gaze left her with nothing but an unwanted warmth digging deeper into her chest. "Your actions leave me curious." He cocked his head to his right so that he could have a better look of her face. "You are ready to skin people alive at times, but other times, you go around doing their bidding without even voicing out your discomfort. All for the very same reasons, in the same situations. Why?" He leaned forw
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