Fear started spreading in my body. “Wh….what are you doing here,” I asked him in breaking voice.
“Why I need a reason to be in my wife's room,” he said in cold angry voice. Colour from my face got drained.
What did he just say Wif….wife?
And then he started talking steeps in my direction. He was staring at me with a cold gaze. He was still in his work clothes. From when he was watching me while I was sleeping. I didn't hear any door opening sound.
He stood in front of me and bend down to my level. I swallowed hard. As soon as our gaze meets shiver run through my spine. His eyes are red and they seem so tired.
What is he doing here instead of being in his room?
The familiar scent hit my nostrils. he smells of his cologne and something else. What is this different smell?
O my god.
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