CHAPTER 29: BLYTHE

"THE GARLIC"

BLYTHE AND MRS. LADIGNON were both startled by a voice that suddenly joined their conversation, her body froze more when she felt her husband's warm arms envelop her small waist. Zandro planted his chin on her shoulder blades and his every breath on her skin were kisses that caused her electric shocks, making the hair on her nape rise.

"Zandro!" Mrs. Ladignon reprimanded, amusedly shaking her head. "My goodness this man! We're still starting here and you're here again?"

"What's wrong? I miss my wife," he said like he really meant it. "Can I join you two?"

"And what about Lorenzo?" Mrs. Ladignon placed her hands on her waist. "You left him alone?"

"Well, he got an important call." Zandro tightened his arms on her like he doesn't care about anyone's presence.

"Hmmm... still no. Go back there because this is a girly bonding." Then Mrs. Ladignon turned to her like she was asking for help. "Blythe, please scold that stubborn."

Their faces immediately met the second that