The party had ended, and Alea didn’t expect Argon would really choose to sleep with Nancy instead of her. She quietly removed her makeup and changed out of her dress.
Was she happy?
Of course she was—especially when memories from her youth resurfaced.
She slipped into her pajamas when suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. Who else could it be but Zeno Williams?
"Are you avoiding me? Are you mad?" he asked gently, making her pull his hand away.
"Don’t be like this, Sir," she said, trying to put some space between them.
"Then how should I be?" he countered, his voice soft but firm. "You’re my wife, in case you forgot. We even already—"
She quickly turned around and pressed her palm to his mouth before he could say more.
Zeno, smirking, licked her palm. She gasped a
