"Oh God, aren’t you so ancient with that kind of mindset? It’s just skin, Ryder," I continued to argue with him.

“Just skin? Do you know that there are several men here who dreamed of having you as their wife?” he retorted.

“Then, that’s a relief. The moment you will bring another woman into our home, I can always choose amongst those men to replace you as my husband,” I jested, but his glare silenced me.

“What did you say?” he growled.

“Wait. Ryder, are you angry right now? Did I say something that offends you?” I asked, puzzled by his reaction.

“Don’t ask me that question again, Nova. If...