Sitting comfortably on one of the sofas was none other than her husband, still dressed in his work outfit.
Not that she would know. She was still asleep when he left the house.
For some weird reason, seeing him seated like that made her heart race. His tone made her feel like a teenager who had disobeyed their parent’s rules and sneaked out to a party and was now returning to meet them seated in their room late at night.
His eyes were glued to his phone as he spoke, not even sparing her an acknowledging glance.
Seeing how he wanted to speak in an unclear manner, Ariana decided to pretend not have heard him. Besides, she was to tired to argue. She ignored him and turned away, ready to take the stairs.
Vincent finally raised his eyes after being met with silence only to see her already
