Gabriella silently stared at Max who was bowed in front of her. The attack that had just been launched was completely beyond expectation. She did plan to fight back, but not to the point of scorching her husband's patience.

　　"You've spit on me three times already," Max said in a low, gripping tone.

　　The cold air instantly caressed Gabriella's neck. Her ears had caught the growl between the man's breaths. Even so, she still gripped the pill strip as tightly as she was determined to confront.

　　"That's what happens when you force your will on me," the woman replied in a flat tone. It was difficult for her to put...