Though I hadn't been to the office much in the past two years, most of the staff still recognized me.
I made my way to his office without encountering any obstacles. As I pushed open the door, I was greeted by the sight of Dexter and Scarlett sitting face-to-face, eating lunch together. On the surface, everything seemed normal.
My sudden appearance startled them both. Scarlett quickly stood up, but I didn't miss the detail, she was barefoot on one side.
Though her movements were swift and she immediately slipped on her high heel, I had clearly seen her bare foot intertwined with my husband's leg beneath the table, slithering upward like a vine.
Dexter, ever the master of composure, recovered almost instantly. He turned to me with a look of surprise and delight, "Honey, what brings you here?"
I feigned nonchalance and raised the lunchbox in my hand, smiling sweetly, "Of course, I came to deliver a healthy lunch to my dearest husband. But it seems I'm a little late, huh?"
I cast a glance at the half-eaten food on the table, pretending to look disappointed.