Chapter 5 The Result

As soon as Duke popped the question, I noticed that my husband's smile had turned into his customary expression of coldness.

"She's worth the world to me."

Duke laughs gleefully, hitting Williams playfully on the chest. "I was expecting that, considering the way you've been stealing glances at her like she's some trophy you are about to lose."

Once more, I had the sudden urge to throw up and felt my stomach rumble.

"It would be an absolute disaster if I eventually threw up here," I thought, carefully removing myself from the midst of the two engrossed men.

While in the bathroom, I succeeded in emptying my bowels of the sumptuous meal I had eaten that night. I straightened up, feeling a little relieved, when I was suddenly astounded to see a pair of eyes staring intently at me. His handsome face had ceased to frown, and his fists recoiled as he glared angrily at me.

"Who is responsible?" He blurted it out with his fist still clinched together.

I feigned not to hear him and instead moved closer to the wall mirror to shield myself from the murderous look he shot at me.

He probably didn't get the reason for this and assumed I had moved closer to the mirror for a proper scrutiny of the dress

"Who is responsible? "I heard him ask again; his face was looking more furious than the first time.