Chapter - 73

“I will prepare something to eat.” She threw a delicate smile and left with the book. Yohan Dixon looked at the drawer which was not closed. He stepped there and looked at the photograph with his dark gaze.

Sara Owen had seen this but had forgotten to close the drawer. What she was thinking at that time?

Once, he had seen a red envelope in the drawer of his desk in his bedroom with Samira Reddy’s photographs and some newspaper cuttings. And today, this photo... It seemed that she knew about Samira Reddy. But he hadn’t seen a hint of disturbance in her expressions.

He closed the drawer and sat on the chair leisurely while lighting a cigarette for himself. The study room filled with the smell of tobacco and white smoke lingered around his excellent figure. His wife knew the truth but she didn’t even ask a question. His gaze fell on the desk on which the photograph was placed.

Samira Reddy.

He inhaled the smoke deeply and closed his eyes. The name has given him pain and rage.

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Sara Owen