Madeline paused for a moment before saying, "Is your back hurt? Do you need to see a doctor?"

She hadn’t forgotten the punch he took.

"Aren’t you a doctor? Why is it that when you’re sparing someone who bullied you, you remember you’re a kind, angelic healer, but when it comes to your own husband, you toss me to the hospital and waste public resources?"

His voice had a certain allure—deep yet clear, distant yet intimate. It mirrored the man ...