At 9:00 PM, he had just returned to the penthouse after working all day, not even coming back for lunch.
"I hope she's feeling better and will greet me when I arrive," he said as he casually walked into the room, carrying his cane over his shoulder.
When he entered the room, he saw Isabella sitting at the vanity, brushing her long hair. She looked so elegant in a red nightgown with open sleeves. He smiled, closed the door, and approached his wife.
"Are you still not feeling well that you couldn't greet your husband?" he asked as he placed his cane near the sofa, walking over to stand behind her, looking at their reflection in the mirror. "Weren't you with Estella today? I thought that would make you feel better... Not always thinking about your problems, our problems..." He gently stroked her hair.
"You must have talked a lot about the dress... And I'm curious how it turned out," he continued, bending down to kiss her head.
