Chapter Forty-Eight: Sincere

Adrian M. Knox

She would leave him?

Yes, that was part of the agreement, but…not this soon. She was not permitted to leave him this soon.

He wished to utter that, but again, her fingers flew to her mouth.

What was it that terrified his precious pufferfish?

He'd never seen her this anxious before, and were he in a better mood, he would have prodded, but he wasn't, and her 'divorce' threat was not helping.

The car drew to a halt, and on their exit, a man took their coats.

His hand took hers to prevent any more biting, and to his surprise, she held on to his hand.

It was only when he entered the mansion that he understood her nerves.

Unlike his mother's house, filled with warmth, life and imperfections. Her mother's house was the polar opposite.

Everything was cold and efficient. The design was a designer's paradise with no family portraits, no out-of-place pictures, and no out-of-place soft furnishings like a lone bean bag or plush chair like in the palace. Everything was extravagant, f