Avery had now fully opened the doors of her heart for Alex and now she was craving for him just like he for her. She was sitting at the dining table having her breakfast but she was missing Alex's company. She didn't want to have breakfast alone but she had no other option. She was thinking about Alex when she heard the main door open and she hurried into the living room. Her guess was correct because it was her husband. She hurried to him.
But before she could get close to him, her eyes fell on his face, which was very furious. His dark expression stopped her feet on the track. His hair was messy and he was wearing a simple black shirt with his sleeves folded up to his elbows paired with blue jeans. His presence was dominant and authoritative. In his hand, she saw a roll of a bunch of papers that he had clenched in his fist causing the veins on his hand to poke out.