She looked up at him, pretending sweetness she clearly didn't feel, and smiled innocently. Inside, she wanted to curse him out in every language she knew, but she still needed him—unfortunately. So she bit her tongue, fighting the urge to snap.
"Indeed, you're handsome," she said finally. "As handsome as a frog on a strict diet."
Darien frowned so deeply a wrinkle practically carved itself between his brows. He stared at her like she'd just spoken in riddles.
"What did you just say?" he asked, genuinely confused. "Was that… supposed to be an insult or a compliment?"
'Frogs can be fat and ugly. Is she saying I'm fit? Or that I look like a frog?' he wondered.
Adeline didn't bother explaining. She simply turned her back to him, giving him more distance.
"You need to fix this," she said sharply. "Tell them I'm not your wife and that we need a second room."
