Third person
Alexander Morrison is a man who always keep his schedule in check—and when the clock strikes 9 in the evening, he should be there right by his lovely wife’s side.
Smiling at the thought of having his gorgeous other half greet him with a sweet smile and a big hug, he swiftly stopped his car in front of the entrance. After taking his seat belt off, he picked up his phone, turned it on, and checked the last message that his wife sent him: are you on the way yet? I’m getting bored and sleepy.
Chuckling at it, he turned his phone off and placed it inside his pocket before putting on his signature poker face as he opened the door, greeted the security guards and valet with his cold gaze, and ignored the reporters who are busy flashing their cameras and throwing questions at him.
