Chapter 44

Squinting my eyes at her, I opened the door wider and let her walk in.

She walked towards Hames, swaying her hips. If it made any sense, she was swaying her hips excessively and I didn't like that.

I shut the door then sauntered to stand in front of Hames, folding my arms across my chest. After casting a glare at the woman who was now beside me, "may I know what sort of business you have with her?" I asked.

"I don't think it's any of your business, Imogen." He replied crankily.

My face contorted pretty bad. "It's my business because I'm your wife, and secondly your secretary."

"Oh no, it's not that kind of business. It's a personal business." He smiled at the woman (a smile I hadn't received today).

"Who are you and what business do you have with my husband?" I asked her instead.

"I'm Lucie Babin. I'm—"

"Lucie, you don't have to give her an answer. Please come." He extended his hand to her.