"Wife! We have to go tomorrow! Don't mess the bag again!" Julian suddenly snapped, his voice sharper than usual as he stood near the edge of the bed, arms crossed and eyes narrowing at the open luggage on the floor.
Ruby, who had been sitting cross-legged and digging through the bag in search of a her missing hairpin, froze mid-movement. Her fingers paused over a yellow robe, and her red eyes slowly turned to look at him. For a second, there was complete silence in the room—only the soft sound of wind brushing past the window.
It took her a moment to register what just happened.
Julian… raised his voice?
Her wide eyes blinked in shock, and her lips parted slightly. She had never heard him speak in that tone—not to her. Not once
Not even when she'd slept diagonally on the bed and pushed him to the edge all night. But now? Over a bag?
