Sunday Morning

The next day, at 07:15 AM

A well-built man looks like he just came out of the bathroom. Massimo was not wearing clothes. However, Abigail Laurentia Verz's husband had already wrapped a white towel around his waist. In his left hand, there is a small towel, which is currently being rubbed into his hair. The atmosphere in the room was so quiet, because there was no sound at all.

The man with powerful jaws accidentally diverted his attention to the bed, but no one was there, so Massimo frowned, feeling astonished. “Where is my wife? Before I went to the bathroom, she was sleeping. But why is it no longer there?” muttered Massimo, confused.

The penthouse owner started to turn toward the window. There, in the swimming pool area, to be precise, he could see a girl wearing only a polka-dot patterned bikini sunbathing casually. The thirty-year-old man exhaled, as if feeling tremendous relief. His facial expression seems normal again. Massimo began to walk there to catch up with Abby.

"Appa