The next morning, Marie woke me up as early as five in the morning, informing me that I would be going to Adonis’s office. After I was done making preparations for the day, I headed downstairs for breakfast.
Adonis was already seated at his usual spot, his food untouched as he spoke on a phone call.
“Schedule the meeting for 9 am. I need enough time for my wife to settle in,” his gaze shifted to me when he said the last part as if wanting to see my reaction. There was a hint of pride in his tone and I wondered why.
I settled into my seat and began to eat my breakfast. The silence was deafening and all that could be heard was the clanking of my cutlery on the plate. Immediately he ended the call, and I spoke.
“Morning.”
“Morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked, his tone devoid of any em
