[Babe, I think I left my watch. Can you drop it off for me? By the way, Luther’s still in Greece. He won’t be back until the wedding.]
When she didn’t reply, he assumed she hadn’t seen it.
A few minutes later, he sent another message.
[Never mind, I’ll just come get it myself. You should rest.]
He wasn’t far; soon, he was back.
When he entered the bedroom and saw the mess still untouched, he found Solenne sitting in a daze with the watch in her hand.
She didn’t even notice anything strange.
He walked in casually and took the watch from her hand.
Then, without saying a word, he began tidying the room.
She watched him strip the dirty sheets off the bed, toss them in the laundry, and lay down a fresh set.
In no time, the room looked spotless again.
Every move he made and every expression on his face—it all told her he cared about her.
Nobody wouldn’t guess for a second that he had another woman in his heart, or that everything he’d done was just a charade.
Once he was done, he walked back toward her side.
“Why the pouty face?” he teased gently, pinching her cheek. “Who upset my baby this time?”