
“Come home with me, why take a taxi while here is your husband whose destination is the same.” Agathias holding Loralei's hand, more correctly said to be coercive because the woman did not reply to hook the fingers.
In fact, Agathias just stopped the taxi and gave the original gasoline money to turn around. It was done so that his wife did not go on public transport. There was nothing wrong should it be because she was Loralei's husband. But, in the woman's eyes, whatever Agathias did was a form of oppression, colonization, and anger. It seems that Loralei's hatred makes it difficult for her to see her husband's good intentions.
“I can walk by myself.” Loralei pulled a hand. Still upset after losing ten thousand euros.
Agathias let his wife's way ahead. His head shook slowly at the behavior of Loralei who still could not accept himself as a husband.
Loralei stopped right next to her husband's car. Staring with pouting lips and tilting the head as a sign so that Agathias quickly pressed the remote.
Agathias quickly pulled out the key before his wife looked adorable when sulking. “Iya.” And after that, the sound of the car was accompanied by two lights turned on.
Loralei opened the door herself and just walked in. Lazy romantic-romantic with Agathias or spoiled on the man. It is better to do it yourself, wearing seatbelt is also independent. Already so, the gaze of the eyes was shifted on the window.
The man put himself behind the steering wheel and moved slowly. While glancing at Loralei a few times who locked his mouth.
“Why are you angry?” Agathias held his wife's arm, asking the woman to look at him.
But, Loralei was precisely brushed aside. “I'm not angry, but upset. Ten thousand euros floated just like that because of your cousin,”.
“Yes it's your own fault, you're not selective and too ambitious to end this marriage. Is it that bad I'm in your eyes?”
Agathias let out a rough sigh. Pretty sick also hated by his own wife even though he felt he did nothing wrong. Shouldn't he be the one who hates? Loralei deliberately brought a paid man and his cousin as well, openly looking for a thousand kinds of ways to divorce him, but just married in a matter of days. Butwhat? He's not angry one bit.
“Speaking, what makes you hate me?” Agathias treaded the brake pedal until the four-wheeled vehicle stopped. He forced Loralei to focus on him while speaking one eye.
“Because you have always oppressed me, Lord fierce and authoritarian.” Loralei deliberately presses every word so that Agathias is self-conscious.
“Speaking what kind of bullying I've done to make you that hateful?” Agathias is getting curious. Because, he felt that everything that was done to Loralei never hurt the woman in terms of physical, yes maybe if making a regret was admitted because he was happy to see the face of his secretary when scowling, upset, upset, and confusion.
“Too many, Sir. Even my finger if used to count will definitely not be enough.” Loralei pointed to the traffic light as a sign that it was already green.
Agathias takes his hand off Loralei's arm and drives back. “Tell me one of them.”
“Like before, deliberately stopped the taxi so that I could not do the thing I wanted.”
“So, for you it's oppression?”
“Ya!”
Agathias shook his head while glancing at Loralei's face which was still bent until now. “It looks like something's wrong with your brain.” He patted the top of his wife's head.