Chapter twenty

As soon as he walked in, Malia’s eyes was on him as if she was expecting him. Rhys was taken aback, it was too late to turn around and leave so he could only walk in with a sigh. ‘I didn’t expect to meet them so soon. I wonder what they want this time?’

His wife Malia stood from her chair, and walked over to him, a sexy little strut in her steps that had Rhys rolling his eyes. She approached him slowly, she had a smile on her face, a pout on her red painted lips and a dress that hugged her figure.

Malia leaned forward as she was standing before Rhys, her floral perfume washed over him and he recoiled back. She pouted softly. Rhys rolled his eyes at her special appearance and was glad to note that he didn't feel a shred of attraction to the beautiful body that held the devious mind.

“Rhys, I’m so sorry for what happened yesterday, Grandmother has warned about being rude to you, I promise that it would never happen again.” Her eyes were down casted as if she was genuinely apologizing