Pound Of Flesh

Daphne's POV

Lorenzo leaving right away wasn't something that had dawned on me, I mean, it was barely an hour we left Helena's marriage, and we were supposed to be together, not him leaving for work.

As though on cue, Irene waved me goodbye before sliding into a tinted black Maybach that got my brows crested, but I would inquire at another time about that.

“ What do you mean work?” I questioned, a scoff following as my hands held his sleeves.

“ Today is Helena's marriage and I mean, we got married not too long ago, and we should be home back with the doctor and not you working” I explained when his hands stroked my face.

“ You know that I will do whatever it is just to make sure that I stay in with you, but this is time-critical and it requires my attention”

I wanted to ask how urgent it was, and what it entails, but his eyes told me not to, gulping down the next train of words that had threatened to pour out, I bobbed my head taking footsteps back.

“ I will leave, and wait for