Mrs. Herd, no… now it should be Mrs. Davis. The smile on her face gradually blossomed as she extended her hand: "From now on, you must be a good husband who listens to your wife."
"Absolutely."
Anthony Davis held her hand.
...
When Scarlett Glenn woke up, it was already quite late. Last night could truly be described as a night of shocks and twists. By the time it was over, she felt drained, unwilling to move at all, and had fallen asleep in the car. She had no idea when they arrived at the Presidential Palace or when Ethan Herd carried her out of the car.
As soon as she opened her eyes, it was already daylight, and the weather seemed to have cleared up.
Sunlight reflected off the snow, dazzlingly bright.
Beside her, Ethan Herd was nowhere to be seen; he must have been up for quite some time. Scarlett Glenn stretched lazily, touched her still-flat stomach, and smiled to herself: "Good morning."
