"I am not your wife!" the woman's voice broke, filled with anger and confusion, as she shoved hard against Daxter's broad chest.
But Daxter only looked at her, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. A cold smile, laced with mystery. "You will," he said calmly, as if that single word was enough to shatter every protest from the woman before him.
He leaned in again, lowering his face, the distance between them shrinking. His warm breath brushed against her skin, making her all the more unsettled. Quickly, she pressed a hand against his chest, holding him back. "Don't…" she whispered, barely audible, yet the trembling in her voice betrayed her heart.
Before Daxter could erase the last inch between them, the chime of a phone notification cut through the moment. He halted, exhaling heavily, and reached for his phone on the nightstand. For a fleeting second, his face turned serious. The message was from Hugo.
