Chapter 18

After the doctor left, Luke Huxley was still sullen.

Dexie, who was drunk, didn't utter a word. Leaning silently into Luke Huxley's arms, she moved her lips as if whispering something.

Luke Huxley stood up from the couch with Dexie in his arms. "I'll take her back first," he said. Simon raised an eyebrow curiously, "Didn't you come here to drink with me?"

His words made Simon pause. He held Dexie's hand a little tighter. "Maybe some other day," he said, pretending to leave.

"Where are you taking Dexie?" Marilyn interjected, "You don't have a valid reason to do so. You're harassing her, don't you realize?" Luke Huxley was taken aback.

He took a few deep breaths to compose himself. "Marilyn, Dexie Hansley is my wife," he stated firmly, feeling entitled to take Dexie home.

If someone else had said that to him, he would have made them suffer.

"Wow! Now you admit she is your wife, huh?" Marilyn rolled her eyes. "I heard from Dexie that she was divorcing you. She signed the papers."