Theophilus' POV

I was getting frustrated with my new bride.

I had prevailed the other day and she had come home with me but as we reached my home she had made it very clear that we will be staying in different rooms.

“Why? Are you embarrassed that you might snore?” I had been teasing her but her face had remained stoic.

“We just got married, Moana. We may not like each other but I know there is chemistry between us,” I remembered that even though she had bitten me the other day she ...