"Mr. Aaron!"
Aaron, who had grabbed the car keys, then stopped walking. He looked at the stranger who was calling his name. Apparently, Camelia had woken up from her long sleep.
"You … must be Mr. Aaron, right?"
Aaron nodded once. "Just call me Aaron. Why get up from your bed? Just take a rest. I'll call the doctor to check on you again."
"Where are you going?" Camelia asked hoarsely. The girl looked at the car keys that Aaron gripped tightly. "Where's Ivory?"
"Ivory's gone," Aaron growled. "I'll look for her."
"Where?"
"I don't know. Obviously, I have to find my wife now!"
"Wife?" Camelia looked at Aaron in surprise. "You guys are … married?"
Aaron blinked. He was surprised by his own unexpected words. "I mean, my Copulation partner," he corrected quickly.
The man was confused by his brain's performance, which seemed wrong. Why was he so loud if Ivory was his wife? He would blame the alcohol for making him digress.
