The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 81

I lifted my head. "You've been abroad for years and still haven't learned basic manners? You should call me sister-in-law."

Frank Graylen had his arm draped over my shoulder, smiling as he looked at his brother.

Eason Graylen's expression grew darker and colder.

"I'm not feeling well. I'll head back first."

I turned to leave.

Frank was about to follow, but Eason pressed a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Big Brother? Regretting it already?"

Eason chuckled lightly. "Once I give something away, I don't take it back. I've got some matters to handle at home."

I got into the car, not expecting Eason to come back with me.

I thought he'd let Frank be the one to accompany me.

When we got home, Eason seemed consumed by jealousy.

From the moment we walked in, he tried to take everything from me, his grip on me almost painful.

"Eason Graylen, what's gotten into you?"

My words didn't faze him, but the urgent notification on his phone instantly calmed him down.

It was his secretary—the mistress he'd kept for three years.

I stood at the bar, pouring myself a drink, exhaustion evident in my gaze as I stared at him.

"Eason, let's get married."

His typing paused for a moment, but he responded indifferently. "There's no rush."

"But I'm already thirty."

Eason hated it whenever I brought up this topic.

His brows furrowed, and even the way he tapped his phone grew more irritable.

"Eason."

He continued staring at his phone, either not hearing me or simply ignoring me.

I snatched the phone from his hand.

The messages on the screen read:

Mr. Graylen, isn't your wife already thirty? Aren't you tired of looking at her face?

I made a special effort to freshen up today. Everything's nice and tight.

Are you really not coming tonight?

Eason's reply, half-typed, read: Let me see how tight.

Another half-written line read: Thirty years old, indeed...