A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1774

Jett furrowed his eyebrows. His voice was marked with hesitance when he said, “Uh, Mr. Smith, he didn’t—”

She cut into his sentence before he could finish. “No, it’s all right. Doesn’t matter anymore.”

Jett held back any words he might have wanted to say, turned around, and left.

It was surprisingly toilsome work to remove Alejandro’s shirt from his sleeping body. Her eyes were glued to the lipstick stain on its collar, her body slumped into a defeated seat by his bedside. She gravely wanted to discuss their divorce, and for that, she braved through long, drawn-out hours waiting for him to come home. He, on the other hand, had a woman in his arm while drinking himself stupid out there.

Even a somber moment like this did not dull his mood, did it...?