Keira and Lewis were seated in the reception room, surveying their surroundings. "I didn't expect Rebecca's home to have such décor. It's quite cozy."
Lewis frowned, looking displeased. "Don't you feel even a hint of danger?"
Keira, puzzled, looked at him. "What danger?"
Lewis coughed, then lowered his voice. " Rebecca covets a friend's husband so openly. You should keep your distance."
Keira didn't know what to say.
She smiled faintly. "There must be some misunderstanding."
Lewis sighed and said nothing.
Over the years while he was in school and abroad, many women had thrown themselves at him relentlessly, otherwise he wouldn't have mistaken Keira, who came to him with a printout of the marriage certificate, as trying to hit on him.
But he could never have imagined that the obedient girl who always listened to Keira, filled with admiration in her eyes, would also take a fancy to him.
