THIRD PERSON POV
That night, after she returned from her supposed supplier errand, he had sensed the shift in her immediately. Her smile was a fraction too bright, her movements a touch too deliberate as she settled beside him on the couch. When their fingers brushed in the dark later, she hadn’t pulled away. He’d lain awake long after her breathing evened out, staring at the ceiling, the faint scent of her shampoo filling the space between them. Something had happened today. He didn’t know what, but the instinct that had built his empire told him it wasn’t just samples and coffee.
She was hiding something. The thought gnawed at him as he reviewed the latest Singapore projections the next morning, the penthouse still quiet except for the low hum of the espresso machine. Asha had slipped
