Chapter Twenty Three

Rosalie

"Mama, where's daddy?" Mason asked during breakfast. "He's always here before we wake up."

"Maybe something came up and he's running late. He'll be here soon." I assured him.

Adrien showing up today would be less than ideal for me, given the uncertainty about whether I wanted to see him after last night's events. Despite my desire to forget everything, my mind betrayed me, leading to restless dreams of Adrien engaging in even more intimate activities. Consequently, I woke up in a cranky mood.

My phone rang with an incoming call from Adrien, prompting a scowl at my screen. Despite my desire to reject the call, I couldn't resist answering, hoping he was calling to tell me that he wouldn't make it today.

"Hello."

"Good morning, Rosalie." He greeted.

I rose to my feet and walked out of the kitchen to ensure my children couldn't overhear our conversation.

"What's good about the morning if it's your voice I have to hear first?" I snapped.

"My voice is definitely the fourth one you