|Arliah|
“Where the hell is he?” I whispered to myself as I paced back and forth in front of the entrance of the penthouse.
My husband is not home yet. And I have been calling his number countless of times but he is not answering his phone. All I hear on the other line was the operator’s tone after the call was disconnected.
“Come on. Where are you, Red?” I whispered frustratingly. I turned around and walked near the sofa’s when I heard the news on the television. I was following the updates just… in case.
If the bastard informed me, even in text message, that he would not be able to go home then I would not be worrying where the hell he is! He has not yet failed informing me if he would be late or he would stay up all night in his office!
This is the first time ever since we sign
