The quietness of the house is bizarre, makes you think that something happened only to find his wife in the bedroom.
“How’s your day honey?” Albert found Lexie sitting on the couch.
“Nothing much, I bought us clothes for the winter trip, then asked some of your men to bring me the roses Lei gave me on the island.” She was busy reading something. And when Albert stared at the book, it’s that damn Sun Tsu’s Art of War again!
“Darling, why do you like that book so much?” Even he finds the book obsolete. There’s a lot of updated versions.
“I don’t know, I think it’s because it's classical.” It’s useless to him but she finds it insightful. He just shook his head puzzled.
“Which one is for me?” He rummaged through the bags on the floor and pulled in some thick winter outfits.
“The red one.
