CHAPTER 30
Am I Married to A Murderer?
Nova
Kicking my feet up on the coffee table, I reclined on the sofa, taking a sip of my cold pressed orange juice. “Damn, that tastes good,” I said with an appreciative moan.
Picking up the remote lying next to me, I switched the channels looking for something entertaining. I settled on a crime documentary, popping popcorn into my mouth.
In over four months since I've been back to London, this is the most relaxed that I have ever felt.
Maybe Chloe was right. I needed to ease up a bit, let my hair down and relax.
I took her advice after running a 24-hour marathon at the office yesterday, trying to meet the deadline of a project.
We barely finished it in time after which I felt like collapsing.
People would think that being the boss meant less
