“What?!”

Lena’s voice rose, sharp and filled with anger. She sat stiffly in her chair, glaring at Niel who sat right across from her, completely unfazed.

Niel leaned back casually on the wooden dining chair, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable.

“What do you mean, what?” he replied calmly.

Lena shot up to her feet, planting both palms on the table as she leaned forward.

“Why did you tell Grandma that you’re my husband?!”

“Just think of it… as a ...