Luca's jaw dropped.
"Relationship problems? Me!?"
He looked absolutely stunned, like someone had just told him that the sky wasn't actually blue.
"That's impossible! I treat my wives lovingly! I give them all the affection in the world!"
He furrowed his brow, genuinely thinking.
"From what I know, there isn't a single one that I've mistreated. How is this even possible?"
Before Leona could respond, he produced a notebook and pen from seemingly nowhere.
"Nonetheless." He said seriously. "If they have complaints, then they must have valid reasons."
'And as their partner, I always need to improve myself. I need to be the best husband I could possibly be."
"So, please—tell me everything I did wrong so that I can fix it!"
Leona blinked.
If any normal husband heard such complaints, he would immediately argue.
He would defend himself, insist that he was doing everything right, that the relationship was perfect.
But not Luca.
