Of course, it wasn't that simple when he said it at the time. He spoke reasonably and movingly.
But why would Nora Thompson marry him? The warm water washed over his body, and though this wife was quite alright—not asking about his whereabouts and not causing trouble, he could almost ignore her presence except for inhaling her scent in the air. It's not much different from being single.
"Your phone." The voice outside the bathroom was very soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the water inside.
But he still heard it, put on his bathrobe, tied the belt, and walked out. Her fingers were long, and she handed him the phone before leaving.
"Alex, you're out playing just two days after the wedding, aren't you disrespecting your wife too much?" The man's voice on the phone carried a slight hint of alcohol and a trace of frustration.
Alexander King glanced at his wife, who had already walked out of his room and gently closed the door behind her, displaying impeccable manners.
