Finally, afraid his sincerity wasn't enough, he added, "Please, tell me what you want. Anything, as long as it will calm your anger."
"Hah."
A contemptuous smirk curled Leona Grant's lips. "Mr. Ainsworth, you're quite the big shot," he said, his tone laden with meaning. "And to think you married a woman with such... upstanding morals. I wouldn't dream of laying a hand on my wife, yet yours not only lectured her but actually got physical. Such commendable courage..."
Tina Chapman pouted, looking wronged. "I..."
SLAP—
Gritting his teeth, Arthur Ainsworth slapped her again. Then he asked with a smile, "Is this satisfactory?"
Leona Grant laughed. "Why are you asking me?" he said, amused. "Hasn't anyone told you? Offending my wife is a much more serious crime than offending me."
The implication was clear: he was apologizing to the wrong person.
Just moments before, a phone call had made Arthur Ainsworth, sitting in his office, leap to his feet.
