98. Please, husband...

VICTOR....

"What happened?" Bella slowly massaged the back of my head; somehow, that started releasing my tension.

I hung up at that moment and brought our foreheads together. "Maybe a work call."

Her face fell, her brows furrowed, and a tinge of anger flashed across her beautiful hazel eyes. "Don't they have a home to go to? Why are they working even at this hour? I don't like it!"

I tossed the phone on the bed, not giving her a second chance to be upset, and held her tightly. "I won't, I promise. This ends for the night. Now, I am only yours." I kissed her pouty lips and added, "Perhaps they do not have a beautiful wife to return home to like I do."

Those words brought a shy smile to her face. "Well, that's true," she said, pressing her head on my shoulder.

She yawned; her eyelids were droopy. Slowly, I placed her on the bed, adjusting the pillow underneath her head and covering her with the quilt. "You rest; I'll join you after freshening up."

"Okay," she murmured before clo