"He will know about this." A panicked voice was heard.
"He won’t. As long as you stay silent. He won’t know. Do you understand?" The commanding voice was heard.
"Alright."
The sound of a disconnected call ended the conversation.
"Hayle." The voice that now colored her morning, combined with the warm kiss on her cheek, made Hayle smile even before she managed to open her eyes.
Hayle could smell the soft and serene Woody Oriental fragrance—luxurious, slightly exotic but captivating. The woman immediately saw her husband, already dressed in a gray suit, a masterful creation from a renowned tailor, made just for him, and no other.
"Are you leaving this early?" Hayle asked, looking at her husband with eyes still half-closed, occasionally almost falling shut again.
"Yes. I have something
