Nevaeh felt a fire of anger rising inside her as she turned to Cassius and shouted, "Cassius, I'm your wife, not your pet! You can't just decide when I should come and go. I have my own freedom!"
As soon as she finished, Cassius's face darkened. How dare this woman challenge him?
Seeing the tension, Hussein quickly stepped in to mediate. "Madam, that's not what Young Master means. He's worried about you. He didn't sleep at all last night."
Worried about her? More like worried about his own pride and reputation.
"From now on, Cyrille won't bother you again," Cassius suddenly said.
Nevaeh turned to look at him.
He was focused on his meal, his words slipping out so casually, as if he was trying to reassure her. A simple apology wouldn't kill him.
With her anger bubbling, Nevaeh snapped, "I already told you, I have nothing to do with him anymore. It's you who refuses to believe me."
Cassius raised his gaze, his sharp eyes locking onto her stubborn face.
