Alexander stood in front of the mirror, his cheek still faintly red.
"She slapped me." He whispered.
A twisted smile formed on his lips — confusion mixed with intrigue.
Once again, he allowed his brain to imagine that it was Adrian, who had slapped him. He knew his secretary wanted to strangle him for making his life hard, but unlike Adrienne, Adrian would never dare to do such a thing. He was too timid to do so.
"You've just gotten interesting, dear wife," he murmured, smirking.
He was suddenly drawn away from Adrienne's handprint on his face when his phone started to ring.
"Mother?" He answered the phone.
"Are you still sleeping? Come join us for breakfast," His mother said.
"Sure, Mother. My wife is with you, yes," he asked.
"Yes, such a sweetheart she is," Mrs. Devereux.
"She is," Alexander murmured, touching his red cheek.
He ended the call and grabbed a shirt from his bed, heading downstairs.
