Chapter 20. Just One Dinner

Dexter

Why did I feel like I'd strained the already overstretched bond that was barely hanging on a thread?

I knew how saucy my sister could be with paupers, but Lorraine wasn't one. She was the wife of a billionaire—my wife, yet she agreed to call herself a maid and there was nothing I could do about it.

Seeing her all wrapped in Arnold's arm at the entrance that time filled me with a strange kind of feeling I feared to entertain. That moment, it took all my self-will and the reminder that we were in a formal place to stop me from landing an angry punch on his cheeks.

No other man has the right to touch her apart from me. I was the only one who could make her body react to my touch even when she thought she didn't want me.

I couldn't allow her to continue making a fool of herself so I returned to the sitting room to make sure that Victoria wasn't going overboard on her, and I almost regretted it because Emilia was seated on my chair with a gobsmac