Elara
River had nothing to say, closing and opening her mouth. I had her. What reason does she have to stay with us when she stated it hurt to see us together? She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and bats her lashes at my husband. I growl but cover it with a cough.
"I'm scared I'll be lonely there. I'm used to staying in the penthouse with you, and the servants are just good to me," she says. I narrow my gaze at her.
"There are literally so many people there. How could you be lonely? And you're clearly hurt seeing us together," I snap.
"Well, I will tame my emotions better. I will, I promise what happened tonight won't repeat itself," she promises, this time looking at me. I take in a soft breath and lean towards my husband, who holds me kindly.
"I'll talk to my
