Chapter 509
Isaac Goodman
It's always so awkward around her.
Unlike Eva, the Bennet's daughter makes it obvious she can barely tolerate my presence. She doesn't scheme, she doesn't smile, she doesn't try to manipulate me. She just sits there, radiating a quiet, cold resentment that makes the air in the room feel thin.
So I've stayed out of her way.
I have a war to run. A colony to protect. I don't have time to coddle a wife who looks at me like I'm a stain on the floor.
But Mariana gave me a long scolding.
She cornered me in the medical bay, arms crossed, barely reaching my chest, but glaring up at me like she was ten feet tall.
"Regardless of the circumstances, Isaac, it doesn't change the fact that you're married. So make an effort."
"Mariana—"
"No. I'm serious. You parade her around at events, but you don't actually look at her. You don't talk to her. She's practically starving herself, and you didn't even notice until she collapsed."
I didn't have an answer for that.
