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Ava could have sworn that Edwin had not heard her, seeing as he did not for once break his stride or even stop.

“I wish I could say the same for you!” she concluded in a rather scathing, bitter tone.

What could Edwin have done to this terrifying woman?

Edwin yanked the carriage door open with one hand and gently pushed Ava inside with the other, before he hopped in after her.

From the window, Ava watched as the older woman’s gaze followed the carriage. She lookedfurious.

When the carriage rounded a corner and the older woman disappeared from view, Ava finally turned around and straightened.

The carriage was dead quiet, save for the clattering of the wheels. The silence was uncomfortable, and it made her squirm and shift in her seat.

She stole a glance at her husband, but he simply stared ahead. She might as well not be in the carriage at all, as he did not pay her any mind.

I suppose I deserve that for spying on him.

Ava sighed and lowered her eyes to the floor of the carriage. However, she quickly grew bored with it.

She stole another glance at her husband to find his cheek flaming red.

That certainly hurts.

For a moment, she could not help but feel for him, even though she did not know what had transpired between him and the elderly woman.

She was even amused by the absurdity of it all.

One moment she had been certain that her husband was having an affair, the next she watched him get slapped by an older woman she had never seen before.

The silence stretched on further, and it made her even more uncomfortable.

Ava could handle silence when everything was fine. However, silence when her husband had just caught her spying on him was simply unbearable.

“Edwin,” she whispered, eyeing him.

He turned his head to acknowledge her but said nothing.

Ava did not give up.

“You must?—”

He raised his hand, effectively silencing her.

How rude!

But Ava knew better than to voice her grievances.

“We shall talk at home,” Edwin grunted.

Ava nodded. All she had to do was endure the uncomfortable silence until they arrived home.

She was relieved when, after what felt like hours upon hours, the carriage finally pulled to a stop before the front steps.

She all but ran out, relieved to finally escape her husband’s black mood and the uncomfortable silence of the carriage.

She hurried into the house. However, she was aware of Edwin following her. She cast a glance over her shoulder to find his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed tightly together.

Oh, he is furious.