Arabella’s point of view.

“That was one nice shower!” I breathe out in satisfaction as I stepped out of the bathroom into our room, in Wymond’s big night robe and wore nothing underneath.

My steps faltered when I saw Wymond sitting on the bed with my phone in his hands, I rushed towards him and snatched it from him even though I have nothing to hide from him.

“What are you doing with my phone?” I queried him.

“You have a text from a strange number” he said simply.

I checked my phone and saw there’s truly a text from an unknown number, I sighed and tossed my phone on...