When I got home, Adrian was already sitting on the couch, waiting for me. He was still wearing the same suit from yesterday. On the collar of his white shirt was a vivid lipstick mark.
I pretended not to see it. I changed into my slippers and walked past him, only for him to grab my wrist. "Where did you go?"
I looked up, meeting his eyes.
It was strange that when he looked at Seraphine, his gaze was full of tenderness, yet when he looked at me, it remained flat and indifferent, as if I were a stranger.
The thought almost made me laugh.
"A husband who doesn't come home and spends the night with another woman—what right does he have to question where I went? Mr. Vale, this isn't your office. You'd do well to mind your own business."
His expression turned cold. His grip on my wrist tig
