Easton Holmes moved the hand blocking his view and stared at Lily Turner for a moment. He sighed softly and spoke indulgently, "Whatever you say, goes. After all, you're my wife."
With that, he pinched her cheek and pulled her toward the door before she could react and strike back.
Lily didn't retaliate, not even with a single word. Normally, she would have. If not with her hands, then with words. But this time she had to restrain herself.
Her mom and sister were still waiting for her to go back and talk. She couldn't provoke him into a tantrum again, or she'd be the one regretting it.
Without any sound from beside her for a while, Easton furrowed his brow in confusion and turned to look at the woman next to him.
That's when he saw Lily with her head down, silent, pondering over something as she stared at the floor.
"Honey! Is the floor that interesting?"
