Clyver’s POV
I watch my wife pouting the whole day. The guilt in her face is still shown. We are in the dining and I’m sitting on the stool and resting my arm on the island table while she’s currently preparing our snack. I told her it’s not necessary since we both had a heavy lunch before going to the race track.
We just got back home. I already asked my secretary to handle my car. Fortunately, I left one of my cars in the office and let one of my guards use it to fetch us. Aimee was apologizing the whole ride. And I told her countless times that it’s fine.
It is one of my fancy cars, and I’ll admit, my eyes hurt seeing it crushed. However, I am more worried about my wife. What if she got injured? D*mn! I will feel like s**t!
“Clyver…” she uttered softly and faced me. She’s holding
