Adam's warm breath brushed her cheeks, and a drunken sexy voice rang in her ears. "Darling…"
Lumma's drunkenness was awakened in an instant. She pushed Adam away in a hurry. But the difference in size between them was big, and she couldn't move when he pressed her against the door panel. "Mr. Hills, you've got the wrong person. I'm not your wife."
"Lumma…" Adam called her name gently, making her blush and her heart beat faster. Adam raised his hand and pinched Lumma's face with a little baby fat. "You are Lumma. And you are my wife."
Lumma was scared to tears by him. "Mr. Hills, I am your assistant, Lumma, not your wife, Lumma. We have the same name, but not the same person."
"Is it possible that I don't know my wife? You are my wife!" Adam looked at Lumma. His eyes under the silver glass frames were as red as a man-eating beast as if he could eat her into his belly at any time.