Matteo Montgomery already regretted having ever thought this was a good idea.
After dragging out his work for as long as he could, he finally returned home. His feet felt like lead, and for the first time since Amelia moved into his penthouse, he wished he never had to go back home and could hide away in his office like a tortoise in its shell.
He even prayed that Emmeline wouldn't be allowed in by security and would thus have no option but to head home. Alas, he was sorely mistaken.
"Matteo!" Emmeline's voice sounded from the moment he stepped home, and it took all his willpower to not groan in agony. "You're back!"
"How did you get in?" Matteo asked.
"You silly bean," Emmeline said, reaching up to bop his nose. Matteo withdrew quickly as though he had been burned. "You forgot to give me the passcode to your door! I had to speak with security. Thankfully, they recognized me as your fiancée and let me in."
"I see," Matteo said.