Liam had never been good at hiding his frustrations, and lately, they seemed to cling to him like a shadow.
He had not been sleepwalking for quite some time now, and even though therapy had started to help as well, the stress that hung over him made it all the harder to break free. Amelie saw the wear in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, and finally, she decided that enough was enough.
The deal with Einar's company had been a looming weight on both of them, but Amelie put her foot down and took control, insisting she would manage the negotiations herself, using the help of the Castillo family.
Liam had protested, of course, but he knew that when his wife made up her mind, there was nothing that could stop her. She had a way of setting her jaw that made him—everyone—fall in line.
Liam had even admitted to his therapist, half-laughing, half-serious, that Amelie's serious face was the scariest of all her expressions.