A few days passed, and every time Mel would try to turn the knob on his study, it’s still locked. She would pout, but she never asked him directly. She asked the maids and ascertained that he hadn’t brought another woman to bed.
She didn’t do it quietly, so every time she did it, Klyde knew who exactly it was trying to barge in. At the end of that week, he made a decision. It’s not working anyway.
For a while, it became a habit for Mel. Every time she went to the kitchen to get something, she would try to turn that knob. She was surprised when she finally pushed it open again.
“Oh, look.” She grinned and was feeling mischievous. She only stuck her head inside the door. Spotting Klyde on his usual spot, she greeted him loudly, in a somewhat sing-song voice.
“Hello! Did you forget to l
