Even though he had washed his coat, the heavy scent of a young woman's perfume lingered.
I said nonchalantly, "Stay away. You're making me nauseous again."
Feigning morning sickness, I left the study and shut myself in the bathroom, finally letting out a sigh of relief. At this point, it was truly tragic how things had come to this between Troy and me.
"Felicia, how about I accompany you to your check-up tomorrow?" Before bed, Troy suddenly suggested.
I glanced at the phone he had placed on the coffee table and replied indifferently, "I doubt you can. Louise has plans to take you to try out that new couples' hotel theme room tomorrow."
His face changed instantly and he snatched up his phone. Angrily, he typed something on the screen, prompting a call from Louise, her voice quivering with sobs, "Mr. Angelo, I was wrong! Please don't block me …"
Troy, visibly furious, scolded her harshly, "I told you before, if you say anything inappropriate again and upset my wife, I'll fire you!" Hanging up, he turned to reassure me.
He claimed Louise was drunk and speaking nonsense. I knew all too well, it was just a performance for my sake.