“If Mr. Bennett hasn’t fallen in love with me, then why is he so insistent on… having marital relations? Isn’t that a sign of affection?” Anna’s eyes gleamed with a mocking smile. “Affection? Anna, your sense of humor is non-existent. You’re more like a clown, good for a laugh,” Charles finally snapped, enraged by Anna’s continuous provocations. What infuriated him even more was the unsettling feeling in his chest, the feeling that she might have been right. A clown? A joke? Anna’s eyes grew colder as a wave of self-mockery washed over her. This is what she had become to Charles after more than a year of marriage—a mere source of entertainment. It explained why in her previous life, after her car accident, he didn’t bother to check on her. He just "kindly" made time to handle her corps