Chapter 90

Arabella's point of view.

"That was one nice shower!" I breathe out in satisfaction as I stepped out of the bathroom into our room, in Wymond's big night robe and wore nothing underneath.

My steps faltered when I saw Wymond sitting on the bed with my phone in his hands, I rushed towards him and snatched it from him even though I have nothing to hide from him.

"What are you doing with my phone?" I queried him.

"You have a text from a strange number" he said simply.

I checked my phone and saw there's truly a text from an unknown number, I sighed and tossed my phone on the bedside table, with the thought of checking the message later.

Wymond suddenly reached for my hand and pulled me, I fell on his laps and he hugged me, then snuggled his nose in my neck.

"I'm feeling tired" he said.

"You had a busy day today?" I asked.

"Not really" he grumbled. "I'm just feeling tired from everything that's been happening recently" he replied.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked again.

He shook his head.

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