Shane Winchester spoke again, interrupting, his tone much colder than before, as if his good temper over the years had vanished within these short ten plus minutes.
Husband, husband!
Really is a detestable term!
Is she so worried about that man?
Every word out of her mouth is all about him!
Riley Sully was stunned again, momentarily speechless, not knowing how to continue the conversation, only feeling that this man's temper in front of her was inexplicably bad, completely unreasonable.
The room fell into silence once more, Riley felt somewhat at a loss, it had been half an hour since starting now and yet… it seemed like there was no progress at all.
Riley looked up at the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window who seemed not to have moved at all, her small face wrinkled into a troubled knot, he could afford to wait but she couldn't, so she gathered her courage to speak again: "Mr. Winchester, my husband he..."
