"One more…"
Anna slammed the glass on the table with far more force than necessary and turned to face Daniel, her eyes unfocused but stubbornly determined. She lifted the empty glass toward him, silently demanding that he refill it.
Daniel did not move.
"Enough," he said firmly. "You already had two when we agreed on one. I am not giving you more."
Anna's lips trembled instantly. Her brows furrowed, and within seconds, tears welled in her eyes.
"Bad husband," she accused, her voice breaking as she pointed at him weakly. "You will not allow my one wish."
She looked like a child who had been unfairly denied something precious, her expression filled with exaggerated hurt.
Daniel remained unmoved.
He had expected this.
Even one glass was enough to loosen her restraint. Two had already pushed her beyond the careful composure she usually carried.
"No more," he repeated calmly.
Anna sniffed, her scowl deepening.
