If Aria had said that from the start - Narim thought to himself - he would've been fine, it wouldn't have esclated to this, to the anger he felt. None that worked in the house ever did a thing, no matter what they heard. Though, Narim only kept it in the privacy, usually, of their bedroom or anywhere really where prying eyes weren't watching.

He took a step back, that anger finally like a cord that just snapped because he still convinced himself a kiss wasn't what Aria had wanted or had wanted to tell him about. He brought up his hand and felt Aria's cheek against the back of it as he brought it across his husband's face. "Liar!" He shouted at him. "Do you even realize how you have ruined my homecoming? I could have been resting now, but because of you and your lies I am not! I am going to go to my office now because apparently I am not allowed to rest. When you finally realize you need to apologize to me, you come and do so," he snapped, letting out a low growl as he exited their bedroom and went to his office.