He collected the spoon and started to eat.
“Do you love it?” she asked, her heart filling with happiness as she watched him eat. Charles scoffed and wished for a moment that he had asked Asher to kidnap and kill her instead. She was so annoying.
“Yes, I do,” he replied with a smile. She purred, smiling like a fool.
“I wish I had been the one you met before your wife,” she said, hitting his nerves. Charles’ eyes darkened. He hated anyone comparing his wife with them. Anita was the love of his life, his breath, and he loved her dearly. Hearing Margaret say this so many times made him angry. He wanted to push her against the wall, right there, and strangle her to death.
“How dare you!” he screeched. “How dare you compare your lowly self with my wife?”
“Ah,” Margaret gasped. “Take it easy
