“Give my phone back to me.” He eyed Serena dangerously. He was controlling his temper, but he was already pissed. One more annoying thing, and he would surely explode.
“It’s not with me,” she said innocently, raising both hands.
They were outside his mother’s room. The bodyguard silently watched them. He had fallen asleep on the couch earlier that afternoon, and when he woke up, his phone was gone.
Who should he blame? Serena? His mother? Serena’s parents who visited earlier? Or the nurses who came into the room? His instinct told him Serena was the one who took his phone.
“I f*****g need to call my wife to tell her I won’t be home tonight.” His voice was weak, truly holding back from snapping at the woman in front of him.
“She’s not your wife.”
“She is my wife.”
“You’re not marri
