Mancini's POV
She had behaved well today.
Better than I'd expected, truth be told. I'd half-anticipated one of her little gasps turning into a foolish question, or those frightened eyes of hers daring to look Marcus in the face like she wanted to beg for rescue. But no—Marie had sat quietly, like the dutiful wife I told her to be, waiting for me to say what would happen next.
Marcus noticed her silence too, though he pretended otherwise. He noticed everything, that man. He may have dismissed me with that calm smile of his, but he had heard me. He had listened. And more importantly, he hadn't said no.
That was victory enough for now.
I was upset because I thought I would make the deal once I met him, but this was still a win.
I had Marcus's attention. I didn't care what he thought about how I handled my wife.
