I was dumbstruck. "What do you mean?" I asked. But immediately, he was enraged.
With a gloomy, furious look, he said, "Are you going to continue keeping up the pretense? Don't you know Sebastian's character? Don't you know why he wants to meet you? Arianna, I thought as a married couple, we could be honest to one another. But why did you hide the fact that you went to meet Sebastian?"
I reckoned that he saw me getting out of Sebastian's car. But Jarold City was big, it was unlikely that he saw me by sheer coincidence, unless...
As I thought about this, I could not help but frown. "When did you get here, actually?"
He seemed disappointed. "This is your only concern?" he said.
I shook my head. "No, Hendrix," I replied. "I know we're husband and wife and that we' re not supposed to hide anything from each other. But we're two separate individuals and we have our own thoughts. I know Sebastian is a wolf in sheep' s clothing and that he's unreliable. But that doesn't mean I have something to hide from you. I have my personal reasons for meeting him. Trust me!" He frowned, clearly displeased with my reply.
After he collected himself, he looked at me and said, "Alright then. I respect your privacy. Just share with me whenever you're ready."
After that, he started the car and drove off. He remained intently focused on driving and did not look at me at all, like a teenager throwing a tantrum.
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