I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 12

The reply came quickly.

[Even though you only went in for a routine checkup, this kind of opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime deal. The hype is through the roof right now. I took the chance to secure you that luxury endorsement for next season.]

Reading the message, Aria frowned deeply, her fingers hovering over the screen, hesitating to reply.

Meanwhile.

At the end of the corridor.

Maxwell called Lyra three times, but each went unanswered.

Every time he thought of the text confirming she had booked a hotel room, his chest tightened as if crushed by a boulder, making his breathing heavy.

Just as he was about to call the maids to ask about Lyra's whereabouts, the call finally connected.

"Maxwell, what do you want?"

Lyra spoke while toweling her wet hair.

She had just stepped out of the shower and was about to blow-dry her hair when she heard her phone ringing incessantly.

Seeing it was Maxwell, she didn't overthink it and picked up.

The rustling of the towel against the receiver, coupled with Lyra's slightly uneven breathing, made Maxwell grip his phone so hard that the veins on the back of his hand bulged, predatory and tense.

"Lyra, who did you get a room with? Hmm?"

His voice carried a dangerous warning.

To Lyra, it sounded like an absolute joke.

"What did you just say?"

Only after the words left her mouth did she belatedly remember the phone number mix-up. She was about to explain when Maxwell cut her off.

"Put whatever bastard you're with on the phone. I want to see who has the guts to sleep with my wife."

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