“I told you not to touch my things!” Richard growled as he picked the picture. 

He noticed the sad and painful look in Elizabeth's eyes, but it vanished immediately. He thought maybe he imagined it.

“That wasn't intentional.” she rolled her eyes, thinking that he's overreacting. “I was looking for my red skimpy nightwear. It is my favorite.”

“And how does that have to do with my wardrobe.” Richard hissed.

“We share the same closet, I thought maybe it's there.” she replied lazily. “ Why the fuck are you even angry? That was just a picture, and it's not like I ruined it. It's still intact.”

Richard's eyes flashed in...