Cesilia's fingers trembled as she squeezed them together. She was afraid and nervous to talk to Alexander, to tell him that she couldn't join him for dinner. Although deep down, Cesilia desperately wanted to have that dinner with her husband. Which wife wouldn't want to dine with her own husband?

"I'm sorry, my love..."

"No time, right? Still busy with the photoshoot. It's okay," Alexander stroked Cesilia's hair. "The important thing is that I've seen you're doing well and actually working here. So, let me take you back to the hotel. How about that?" Alexander offered, hoping that this time Cesilia wouldn't refuse his invitation.

No matter how busy she...