Meera smiles sweetly at him, then turns to me. “Yes, Dev. I will ruin your fun. You know how good I am at that.”
I smirk, leaning back slightly. “Oh, I know exactly how good you are, but you’re still not going.” My gaze sharpens. “And don’t even try. My bodyguards will make sure you don’t set a foot out of this house.”
She raises an eyebrow, “You think a few bodyguards can stop me?”
“Actually, I have a better idea,” I say, pulling my phone from my pocket. “Let me call your dad and double-check what he thinks about his daughter going to work with an injured hand. I am sure he’ll be thrilled to hear my voice. Though I imagine you’re not going to like the idea, given how our last meeting went,” I smirk.
She needs to understand exactly how far my stubbornness will go when it comes to taking care of her.
“Don’t you dare get my dad involved in this,” she hisses.
I raise a brow, my thumb hovering over the screen. For a full three seconds, she glares at me. Then she rises to her feet and marches back towards our room.
The moment she disappears, Dad speaks up.
“Dev…”
I don’t respond. I don’t want to start a conversation that ends with him insulting my wife. Instead, I push back my chair and stand. “I need to get my car keys.”
“But—”
“Later, Dad,” I cut him off and make my way to the staircase, ignoring his disapproval burning into my back. I have a more pressing battle waiting for me upstairs.
The moment I enter the room, I find her pacing, the sharp lines of irritation on her face impossible to miss.
“Sweetheart, are you cursing me?” I drawl, stepping inside.
She glares at me. “I don’t need to answer your stupid question, especially when you already know my answer.”
“Come on,” I say, stopping a foot from her. “You should be lucky you have a caring husband.”
“A caring husband? My foot,” she scoffs. “Locking me in this house, telling me not to meet my friend, that’s not caring. That’s being a toxic husband.”
“I am doing this for your own good. Something you need to see and understand.”
She lets out a humourless laugh. “Please, don’t think about what’s good or bad for me. I can take care of myself.”
“You are unbelievably difficult, wife.”
She folds her arms. “Don’t you have work to go to? Why are you wasting your time here?”
“Work can wait. Right now, I have a much more important job. Making sure my wife is taken care of. You didn’t eat breakfast, so I’ll ask the staff to send it up.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I place a finger over her lips, silencing her. “You will eat your breakfast and take your medicine. No arguments. I’ll be back from work soon. Call me if you need anything.”
I press a soft kiss to her forehead. My heart hammers in my chest at the contact, a surge of desire flaring within me.I want more.I want to claim her, but I won’t cross that line until I’ve truly won her heart.
Not wanting my desire to overpower my reason, and before I give in to the urge to throw her onto the bed and show her howmuch I love her, I step back, turn and leave, hearing her soft grumble trailing behind me.
I shake my head. God, when will my stubborn wife stop fighting this and finally understand what this marriage, andshe, mean to me?
Chapter 21
Meera
Nine damn days of being caged inside this house because myso-calledhusband decided he knows what’s best for me. And I swear, I would’ve fought him every second of it… if he hadn’t ruined my anger by actually caring.
God, I hate this. I hate how his care twists everything I feel, everythinghemakes me feel. But I can’t keep drowning in this mess of emotions. I won’t.
