ADRIANA'S POV
Adriana immediately grabbed the gun she had just placed on the table and prepared herself. Her body is already in the bath tub. Who could this person be?
However, the figure approached incredibly quickly, grabbed her gun-holding hand, and stopped her momentum.
At the same time, a familiar voice whispered in her ear. "Now, now. I like how sexy you looked when you grabbed that gun but please don't kill your husband."
"Reagan!" Adriana hesitated for a moment and looked up at him.
Her room was dimly lit with only the candle providing light. The orange glow illuminated half of Reagans's face. She couldn't deny that the man looks pleasing to the eyes.
A charming smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, tinged with a cold, dark taste amid the gentle indulgence.
Wait... gen
