62. Confusions

BELLATRIX....

The next morning, I woke up, stretching my arms. With bright light kissing my face, I smiled; even the air felt in love today.

Slowly, I turned to the other side, only to realize my husband wasn't beside me. The rush of disappointment was faster than I had decided. "Did he just leave me alone after last night? What an arsehole!" I murmured.

"Morning with a scolding? I surely am a married man now."

Suddenly, a deep magenta voice rang in my ear, making me stiff. Immediately, my eyes snapped in his direction... There he was, near the window, under the bright daylight, sitting on the couch in his regular three-piece black suit. His right leg was on his left thigh, and his hand was holding a magazine. His aura was so majestic that it was somewhat impossible to believe in his ordinary lifestyle.

He looked at me, his brow raising.

I blinked; my cheeks started heating up, and I looked away in embarrassment. "Umm, I thought you left!" I tried to defend myself, only for him