Chapter 17: Wife

The four women stopped after hearing what he said. They seemed to be frozen for a second but immediately recovered and regained their composure.

“You're Margaux, right?” Hendrix repeated.

His eyes never left the woman as he hoped she would lift her head and finally look at him.

To his surprise, his prayers were immediately answered as the woman whose neck seemed permanently bent down had finally lifted her head and faced him.

“I'm sorry? Do I know you?” she queried.

Her voice was a little husky and quite low, giving a sultry vibe and making his nape shivered. There's a hint of coldness in her tone as well but he didn't think much about it as his chest was already in chaos.

He couldn't remember how his wife's voice sounded as it could actually be counted in his fingers how many times he had conversed with her.

Hendrix stared at the woman's face intently.

She was indeed wearing sunglasses which failed him to see her eyes and almost half of her face because the sunglasses were qui