"What I mean is— you have a wife who looks exactly like me; how come you didn't mistake me for her?" Anna Jadwin took a deep breath and blurted out.
Surprise flickered in Wayne Bailey's blue eyes, but it was gone in an instant.
He was flustered in that moment, seeing the indifference in her eyes, and mocked himself, "You know her?"
Anna Jadwin raised her lips sarcastically, "Yes, I've met her."
"What else are you hiding from me? I really underestimated you..."
"To be precise, I saw her, but she doesn't know about me."
"..."
"Mr. Bailey, your heart must be racing right now, isn't it?" Anna Jadwin put her hand on Wayne's heart, deliberately showing a mischievous grin, "Your lover has come all the way home, and it would be very embarrassing if your wife caught you, right?"
She decided to be shameless and give herself up.
Wayne Bailey's chest was firm, and his breathing was steady despite his British suit.
