Chapter Eighteen: A New Day

The shrill sound of Angelina's outdated Samsung mobile phone woke her up from a deep slumber.

Subconsciously, she reached for it and with half-open eyes, she swiped the phone and answered without checking the caller ID.

"Meet me at the West wing. Now."

Her groggy, sleepy eyes instantly became wide open. That was unmistakably her newly-wedded husband's voice. Checking the time on her phone, she frowned when she discovered that it was just four thirty am in the morning! Why is he summoning her to his part of the mansion at this ungodly hour?

Slipping on her flip-flops, she stealthily opened the door and noiselessly walked out of the east wing, so as not to disturb anyone else's sleep.

Upon knocking once and turning the door knob, she found out that the door was actually open so she walked into the living room, only to find a slightly groggy-looking Maxwell pacing up and down. He still had his white shirt-dress on, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undo