That was one thing that scared her about Adam. He never showed any emotion regardless of the situation. His dark green eyes remained the same, only darkening slightly when he was angry. His short wavy hair framed his strong unmoving jaw. Jade tried not to get sucked in by his handsome face.
She focused on the kitchen in front of her. “I thought you didn't care.”
“Where were you, Jade?” Adam never repeated a question. This was a first.
“With Frances.” She gave him the reply he often gave her.
He narrowed his eyes, then took his hand off her wrist. “Where's your jacket?”
“Stop acting like you care.”
He seemed to get the message and his features. “I don't.”
“Good.” She started to walk over the hand woven Persian rug.
“What's for dinner?”
“Dinner?” She turned to him with wide eyes. “Why don't you ask Frances to get you some? I'm not obligated to perform wifely duties for you anymore.”
“I'm serious, Jade.”
“So am I. Our divorce contract states that we must be separated for six months. This is week two, in case you didn't get the mail.”
She had sent over the divorce document by mail and when he didn't respond, she sent an email.
“If this is about the anniversary, I was held back by work.”