Roxana was totally petrified. She had no idea what was happening right now.
This shit wasn't making any sense. A man who once threatened to demolish the entire mansion just because someone took his preferred room was now sleeping on a sofa with his feet hanging off the edge like some homeless vagrant.
She cursed herself for getting drunk last night and missing whatever legendary event had transpired.
Elira tilted her head. "Professor, why are you acting so weird today?"
Roxana composed herself and turned to face her. "Live with this man for a single day and you will discover the fifty shades of Jax. Each one worse than the last."
She coughed lightly to clear her throat. "By the way, can you at least tell me what's going on? What kind of conversation made his pride get defeated like this?"
Elira shook her head. "That I cannot say. It's between the two of us."
