Chapter 250

Something was off. I knew it the moment I walked in. Mira wasn’t curled up on the sofa bingeing dramas or tucked in bed with her phone. She was sitting at her desk, back to me, staring at her computer. But the real giveaway was, she didn’t kiss me when I came through the door. That had become our thing since the engagement. I bent down for a kiss. She turned her face away. ‘You smell like wine. Go shower, brush your teeth, get ready for bed. It’s late.’ ‘I had a couple of drinks,’ I admitted. She made a vague sound that meant absolutely nothing. Even after I came out of the bathroom—freshly scrubbed, de-wined, and slightly hopeful—she was still at her desk. ‘Aren’t you coming to bed? It’s nearly eleven.’ I glanced at the screen. Not jewellery design software, just lines of numbers. ‘You’re reading financial reports now?’ She finally turned to face me. ‘About that... I’ve got a favour to ask.’ ‘Sure. And stop calling it a favour. You know I’d do anything for you. We’re married.’ ‘Are we