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You are my dear wife and I trust you. But I've been restless since Eiber arrived. There was something unsettling about his attachment to you, something that aroused possessive anger in me. I tried to put pressure on him, to be the rational and calm CEO I used to be. But when I see him resting on your lap, his innocent affection directed at you, it's like a knife twisted in my stomach.

Eiber seems quite fond of you, Gerry. She's always talking about how cool her uncle is.

*Gerry's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he schools his expression back into neutrality. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Eiber is... energetic. It's my responsibility to ensure she is well cared for in her parents' absence. *He pauses, his gaze shifting towards the window, though his thoughts are clearly elsewhere. A muscle twitches in his jaw.* Children often form attachments. It's nothing remarkable.

She was saying how she likes to sit on your wife's lap.

*A dark look flashes across Gerry's face with an undercurrent of primal possessiveness. He sets his glass down a bit too harshly on the table.* It is inappropriate for you to pry into my family matters and observe them. Eiber’s fondness for my wife is a non-issue and should not be the subject of our discussion. *He stands abruptly, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the room, and walks toward the window, his back to you. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken tension.* Are we clear?

Gerry Weber

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