That warning look in his darkened blues spoke heavy volumes that got my heart racing. However, I was even more ecstatic to do something that would rile him up.
"Morning!"
I jumped, snapping my gaze to Athena.
"Is that pancakes? Yummy!" She came and snatched my plate.
But Ares shifted his own plate towards Athena and brought mine back.
I cleared my throat, trying to ignore the heat lingering in the air that clearly wasn't pure.
"I'll be gone for the rest of the day," Ares said out of the blue.
What?
"Ugh! Workaholic. Work is always important to you. When you die, I'll engrave workaholic on your headstone."
Ares doesn't reply to her as he shuts his laptop, his eyes drifting to me.
"How fun at work!" I pitched, grabbing my fork to eat and not sparing him a second glance.
~☆~
"We're here to talk about Ares King's wife," The woman said, looking at the camera as it zoomed in close to her face in a dramatic way.
