Sloane glared at the bottle on the coffee t

tall frame filled the entrance. He was home, likely

here. He saw Sloane's face, contorted with

rowing with irritation. He automat

ou're finally back! Look at your precious wife! I gave her a gift,

o the top of the stairs,

old with an air of detached amusement. She had expected

ic. I never accused you of poisoning me. I only pointed out that

et pills, I thought you'd be more careful about swallowing m

face twis

three years without a child. Everyone seems very eager to blame me, but perhaps t

ell comple

as always the woman's fault. For Elenor to imply the problem co

ault on his pride, his masculinity, somethi

rled her name, a clear

d you hear that? She's questioning you

used by the outrage. "Humiliating you? I thought

y healthy, then a simple examination would prove it. Unless asking the heir of

f course, if the idea makes you uncomfortable, we can

le to miss. She had turned their attack back on Gil

nothing wrong with him. But to refuse an examination no

rsation immediately, he did

tle from the table, and without a second g

ed with a soft p

g this kind of garbage into my house again! El

she couldn't speak. She didn't und

n face, her son had just inadvertently pro

hat Elenor's fertility was a private matter

s, a tiny, triumphant smi

ego as a shield, shattering his

the room had subtly, b

nor. "You. My study. Now." His voice was still co

r in private, rather than continuing

passed him, she whispered, "Of course. I hav