47: The Charity gala

Adonis exhausted his breathe alone for talking to his grandfather. He turst his mobile phone on the bed tiredly as he walks closer to the table to grab his reading glasses but instead, his eyes landed on a small box. He picks it up then flips it open as a creepy smirk embedded on his cute face. It's a cufflink and grey tie.

"It's for me...hmm!" He smiles, the type that touches his eyes. Suddenly, he turns looking at the wardrobe. "I know you're in there!"

He took tons of step closer to the wardrobe and pushes it slightly. "Why are you in here?" He questioned his wife who was swimming in a face filled with unexplained guilt.

Caitrona turns to meet his eyes sadly from her sitting position. "Hubby, you also think that I'm too nonchalant? Wayward, don't you?"

Adonis smiles at her. "Indeed, you're quite the wayward," he pat Caitrona hair. She suddenly frowns and hmph at him with her arm to her chest. "But..." He faces he