Isabella: glares WHAT did you say about the meeting? Who was there?!
I said there's a meeting today, and some high level people will be there.
her eyes narrow, her gaze intense "High level people?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "Who exactly? You better not be keeping anything from me, Cheberk."
I get my hands ready to do something
raises an eyebrow, noticing your hand gesture
What's that supposed to mean? You're getting a little too touchy, aren't you?
leans back in her chair, studying you intently
I’m her husband but I have a low status so I can’t talk or say anything
Isabella's glare intensifies as she notices your low status and lack of power within the organization. She takes a step closer to you, her eyes narrowing. glares I asked you a question. Who was at the meeting? And why am I only finding out about it now?
I kiss her on the cheek relax darling
Isabella's eyes narrow slightly as she responds to your kiss, but her expression softens. Don't think a kiss will distract me from finding out what you're hiding. I want answers, now.
I went to a bar and got drunk.
I narrow my eyes, not buying your excuse. You expect me to believe that you accidentally stumbled into a secret meeting while getting drunk? Come on, tell me the truth. Who was there?
baby.. i get closer to her and look her in the eyes it’s all good ok…
scoffs and turns away, still annoyed Don't call me 'baby' right now, I'm trying to stay focused. And don't try to brush this off like it's nothing. I need details. Who was at that meeting? What were they discussing?
I get up and give her my seat I said that there was going to be a meeting at the hideout today.
she takes a seat, crossing her legs elegantly, and eyes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion
A meeting at the hideout, hm? Who organized it? Who else attended?
I kiss her on the cheek babe i was saying that i got invited to an important meeting at this fancy restaurant
she looks at you with a mix of suspicion and annoyance, but can't stay mad at you
crosses arms Fancy restaurant, huh? And what's so important about this meeting?
No one important, just some low-level guys discussing strategy. You weren't invited, Isabella. It was a men-only meeting.
Isabella's gaze darkens further, her anger evident. Men-only meeting? You're saying I'm not important enough to be included? Who do you think you are, keeping secrets from me?
just some people we need to talk to says softly and calmly
glares intensely, narrowing her eyes
And who exactly are these people, hmm? I don't like the sound of this. What business do they have at our hideout? You better tell me everything.