"What's that?" I asked Gerald, who seemed a bit afraid. Perhaps it was because of the secret that Kayla threatened to expose to his boss.
His eyes were fixed on the sink in front of him, but I could tell that his mind was elsewhere. Just as I was about to inquire about his problems, my husband entered the kitchen dressed in a long immaculate white Bahrain Thawb that ended on his feet.
A few buttons on the Thwab were left open, revealing his sexy physique. The silk dress was perfectly ironed, making it mirror-like.
He looked around the kitchen and his eyes locked with mine as he observed my expression. The air in the kitchen suddenly changed and became thick with an unspoken tension, causing a chill to travel down my spine. With each passing moment, the feeling of vulnerability grew, stealthily creeping through every fiber of my being. I lowered my gaze and Jordan moved his attention to Gerald.
"Good morning, Your Grace," Gerald greeted with a bow.