Sloane glared at the bottle on the coffee t
tall frame filled the entrance. He was home, likely
here. He saw Sloane's face, contorted with
rowing with irritation. He automat
ou're finally back! Look at your precious wife! I gave her a gift,
o the top of the stairs,
old with an air of detached amusement. She had expected
ic. I never accused you of poisoning me. I only pointed out that
et pills, I thought you'd be more careful about swallowing m
face twis
three years without a child. Everyone seems very eager to blame me, but perhaps t
ell comple
as always the woman's fault. For Elenor to imply the problem co
ault on his pride, his masculinity, somethi
rled her name, a clear
d you hear that? She's questioning you
used by the outrage. "Humiliating you? I thought
y healthy, then a simple examination would prove it. Unless asking the heir of
f course, if the idea makes you uncomfortable, we can
le to miss. She had turned their attack back on Gil
nothing wrong with him. But to refuse an examination no
rsation immediately, he did
tle from the table, and without a second g
ed with a soft p
g this kind of garbage into my house again! El
she couldn't speak. She didn't und
n face, her son had just inadvertently pro
hat Elenor's fertility was a private matter
s, a tiny, triumphant smi
ego as a shield, shattering his
the room had subtly, b
nor. "You. My study. Now." His voice was still co
r in private, rather than continuing
passed him, she whispered, "Of course. I hav
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