A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1026

Taking two full-force slaps to the face didn't seem to anger Fairfax in the slightest.

He caught Starla's wrist mid-air, gently opening her palm to inspect it. The skin was bright red. She had put her entire body weight into hitting him.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

Starla just stared at him.

*Was there something fundamentally wrong with his brain?*

"You hit me so hard you hurt your own hand. Do you feel a little better now?"

Better? Did he honestly think that after all the trauma, betrayal, and blood spilled between them, a couple of slaps would somehow settle the score?

Starla refused to speak, glaring at him with eyes as cold as absolute zero.

"Alright, I can see from that look you're still pissed," Fairfax sighed. "Do you want to hit me a few more times? Go ahead. But your hand is going to throb."

Starla had never seen this shameless, smooth-talking side of him before. He had never needed to act like this in the past. But now, it seemed he was fully prepared to throw his dignity out the window to get what he wanted.

Seeing that she still wasn't going to engage, Fairfax realized talking was useless.

Without warning, he bent down and threw her over his shoulder.

"Let's get out of here. This place gives me the creeps. We're going somewhere else."

"Since when are you afraid of anything?" Starla snapped from over his back. Given how he'd just assaulted her in a graveyard, she assumed he didn't respect the dead or the divine. But now he was complaining the place was creepy?

"I'm not afraid. I'm respectful," he corrected smoothly.

"A man like you doesn't respect a damn thing in this world."

"Ouch. That's harsh."

*Harsh? But accurate,* he thought to himself. They had been married for years, yet she still didn't fully know him. That was fine. They had the rest of their lives ahead of them. He had plenty of time to let her figure him out.

Fairfax carried her straight to a waiting helicopter. If it hadn't been an absolute emergency, he never would have stashed her in a desolate place like Sylvan Vale.

"I didn't pack my things," Starla objected as he dumped her onto one of the leather seats.

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