(Fabio’s POV)
It was already in the middle of the night and yet nothing was happening aside from my wife still obviously being cold and distant to me.
We were inside the bedroom. I was sitting at the edge of the bed while she was lazily standing beside a side table and crossing her arms while throwing an annoyed look. It seemed like she still hadn't forgiven me for the mistake I made earlier.
Her beautiful face looked irritated, and there wasn't even a single smile painted on those luscious lips of hers. It was as if she was cursing me over and over in her mind…
“Hey, wife… are you still mad at me?” I decided to break the silence and asked her in a low, persuading tone.
I wanted to make it up to her. I would never want to sleep, especially not on the wedding night, being on bad terms
