Mr. And Mrs. Stoll dressed up for the funeral in complete silence. Ryke kept throwing glances at his wife as she put on her stockings and then her crayon black skirt. Even in dark clothes, she remained the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She buttoned her shirt and looked at her own reflection on the mirror.
Ryke walked to her and took the comb she had in her hand. Without a word, he helped to brush her long, wavy, blond hair. Scarlett avoided to meet his eyes. She also didn’t try to get away when he held her waist.
« Baby, I’m so sorry. » Ryke whispered. « I know you’re angry but could you just give me a chance to explain ? I didn’t lie to you just for the fun of it. I did it because I didn’t want my status to have an impact in our relationship. Not that I thought that you’d t
