Furious Doubts

"Is Eulalia back?" Percival asked Lee the second he got back to the villa.

"She's back, should still be in her room sleeping."

She's really chilled out, able to sleep at a time like this.

Percival's brows were furrowed, his eyes slightly squinted, his face an iron shade of blue, muscles on his face twitching as he struggled to suppress an emotion he'd bottled up for a long time.

Percival glanced coldly upstairs and headed straight to the bedroom. He didn't bother changing his shoes; his leather shoes clicked sharply and hurriedly on the floor, hinting at his repressed feelings.

Lee, a bit worried, told Hayak and the others, "You guys stay down here, I'll go check."

Hayak looked worried. "Percival doesn’t seem too happy. Hope these two don’t start fighting."

Jonas tried to reassure her, "Shouldn't be an issue. After all, Percival loves his wife so much."

Emotions are tricky; once doubt creeps in, it creates a rift.

Lee shook his head and quietly followed upstairs.

Percival didn’t hesit