The Reason Of Approach

Belle prepared a simple, scrumptious meal for the both of them. At the dining table, they stayed silent while eating. None of them initiated the conversation. A few minutes later, Alaric cleaned his lips with tissue paper and lifted his eyes to see Belle playing with the spoon in her hand, deep in thoughts.

"You seem to lose wait in this week. Steward told me you are skipping your meals more frequently." Alaric asked with twitched brows. He sounded unhappy.

"Does this concern you?" Belle sneered arrogantly and threw a question to his face instead of answering him.

"Of course it concerns me. You are my wife." This time Alaric used harsh tone causing Belle's heart to turn cold.

"A wife to warm your bed." Belle laugh in self-depravation.

"oh? Why do you think so?" Alaric was mused with her words and about to burst out laughing.

"If not, why would you question my sincerity?" Belle slammed the table, jerking the plates and spoons on it.

"Do you even know what that land holds?" Alaric lean