Chapter 182 Around The Table

• In the morning, Paul was up early and I found him in the study having a cup of coffee while staring out of the window. “We are not married a year and you are already avoiding me,” I teased, walking towards him.
• He extended his arm, a gesture filled with sincerity, and spoke in a husky voice, “That could never be me.” Despite his physical closeness, his mind seemed elsewhere, as he held me tightly, a sigh escaped him.
• “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling concerned.