"Where is my wife?" Jack sounded loudly asking the maid just as he got out of the car.
"Madam is in the garden, sir."
Without a word of thanks, Jack hurried off into the garden to catch up with his wife. Just as the maids had told him, Jack's eyes narrowed when he saw Anne who was sitting on a round swing alone. His chest warmed immediately when he saw Anne who was actually sleeping accompanied by Beethoven's music playing through her smart phone. All his anger because of Chester Lloyd disappeared when he saw his wife.
"Ludwig Van Beethoven again," said Jack quietly as he sat down beside Anne.
Anne pursed her lips without opening her eyes. "This song makes me more relaxed."
"What have you been doing today, honey?" Jack asked quietly, continuing to stare at Anne, who still had her eyes closed.
