Lily Shaw lay lazily on the soft sofa like a boneless creature, letting her thoughts wander, when her phone rang in her bag.
She took out her phone and saw the screen display two words, "husband," and couldn't help but break into a smile: "Hey, husband."
"Wifey, where are you right now?" The man's voice on the phone carried a hint of gloom, subtle enough that the woman on the other end couldn't detect it.
"I'm at home." Lily replied casually, and before he could respond, she suddenly said, "Husband, I always feel like you're upstairs."
She wasn't just sweet-talking him; when she walked through the door, she habitually called out "husband," and when she didn't get the usual reply, she suddenly realized the man who'd kept her company for over a month wasn't at home.
After lying on the sofa letting her thoughts run wild, she subconsciously assumed that Aiden Grant was upstairs in his study.
