Chapter 357

I nudged her in the waist playfully and jabbed, "Look at that, your husband's here to take you home."

She shot me a look of pure disgust. "Husband, my foot!"

"My husband is emotionally calm, adores his wife, and doesn't have taste that bad."

We giggled like silly teenagers as we shoved each other on our way down the stairs.

In the living room, Lance stood with a dark expression clouding his face,