ESTELLE’S POV
Watching the way this woman acted around Adonis, it was pretty obvious that they were close. She was really pretty with dark shoulder-length curly hair, wide brown eyes, and a babylike face.
A wave of jealousy surged through me as I watched their interaction, my heart twisting every second of it. When she noticed me, her eyes held no judgment or intimidation, just a curious gleam.
I opened my mouth, about to answer her question, but Adonis cut in.
“She’s Estelle, my wife.”
The woman’s eyes widened and she gasped dramatically, her gaze flicking from Adonis to me. Slowly, her shocked expression softened into an excited one.
“Finally, Mr. Lonely gets a wife,” she shrieked and pulled me into a hug like we were old-time friends. When she pulled back, she said with a smile, “
