"Sir, Madam, please forgive me for interrupting your journey," Roberto, who seemed already aware despite his face being covered in bruises and wounds on various parts of his body, said.
"It's alright, Roberto; we were about to head home anyway. How are you?" Hayle tried to be friendly to the man lying on the bed in front of her. She was sure Jaxter wouldn’t be jealous of his personal assistant. And it seemed to be true. Jaxter remained silent by her side, holding her waist, not letting her get far from him.
"I'm fine, Madam. Just a few bruises and minor wounds. I'll be back to work as soon as possible," Roberto said, looking down slightly. He didn’t want to openly stare at Hayle, knowing Jaxter’s nature. The man was overly protective of everything he owned, especially his wife.
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