Howard's handsome face turned cold, and he replied with two words on his phone –– expose.
In the early hours, Howard returned to the room.
The room was not lit, but with the dim light from the garden shining in, he could clearly see Becca sitting on the bed, hugging her knees.
Turning on the light, Howard could see that Becca's emotions seemed to have calmed down; her face no longer bore traces of tears, but her eyes stared blankly, appearing lost and desolate.
Howard walked over, noticing the dinner that remained untouched on the bedside table, his brow furrowed, "Are you deliberately staying mad at me?"
Becca remained silent, her eyes still unfocused and vacant.
Suddenly, Howard sat on the bed, gripping her weakened shoulders, gritting his teeth, "Don't overdo it—" He was never a patient man, even with her, his patience had limits, especially when she was clearly defying him on purpose.
