The butler raised his eyebrows and set the tray on the table, and Alex, not paying attention to the food, got up, went to the window and began to look at the lawn with a displeased look. What a need was Emma to leave, and for a week! Perhaps Sophie will tell her what a married woman can do, but it does not take a week to do this. Her place next to him: otherwise who will warm him in bed?
Her presence seemed tangible, it seemed to hang in the air. Emma's fragrance permeated the whole house, and, wherever he looked, every corner of it concealed memories of their secret kisses.
Alex sighed. Maybe he should really go to London. At least, there would not have been tender memories, and he could just shut the door to the small living room. In addition, Alex loved this place where he lived his b
