She followed him upstairs, her steps quick and impulsive, and entered his room without knocking.

“Why are you coming back by this time?” she asked.

Julian didn’t turn around. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders like she wasn’t even there. A low, humourless snicker left him.

“I don’t remember adding a nagging wife when I was drafting our contract.”

“Julian, please. I just want to know the truth.”

“The truth?” he repeated. “Do I look ...