Follow My Wife

Follow my wife." Xavier's voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, both commanding and calculated. Caleb couldn't believe what he was hearing from his master. He wasn't interested in his wife at all. Caleb's eyes widened in confusion as he gazed at his master through the rear-view mirror. His employer's face was contorted in uncertainty, a look that Caleb had never seen before. The man's fingers gripped tightly at his tie, pulling at it in an aggressive manner. But Caleb remained silent, observing the tense scene unfolding before him without uttering a word. Why would his master want him to go after his own wife? The question echoed in Caleb's mind, but he dared not voice it aloud. The atmosphere inside the car was heavy with tension, and even the sound of the engine seemed to hush in anticipation.

Is he in love with his wife? Caleb thought to himself. He must be in love with her. Why would he ask me to follow her car?

Xavier couldn't fathom why he had asked Caleb to tail Cathlee