"Honey! I missed you so much. You're finally back." She jumped into my arms, as excited as a schoolgirl in love for the first time.
A strong, suffocating scent of perfume invaded my nose, making my stomach churn. Beneath the strong perfume, there was a faint smell of some privet flowers.
I glanced at her inside-out stockings and immediately guessed that she had just experienced an intense encounter moments before.
Celine thought she had disguised everything well, but I still caught the faint trace of uneasiness behind her innocent smile.
Feeling the awkward tension, I forced a smile, "Why have you been so busy lately?"
Celine froze for a second, clearly not expecting such a question from me, "Yeah, with employees on holiday, I have to handle some things myself." She answered without hesitation.
I couldn't help but chuckle. By "hands-on," she meant being on top of her assistant, right?
Seeing my laughter, Celine visibly tensed. She quickly clung to my arm, trying to change the subject, "We haven't seen each other all day. Did you miss me?"
I glanced at her without showing emotion and deliberately nodded. How could I not think about her? Every hour, I was thinking about how to divorce her.