My Billionaire Husband Wants Me Back
"But now that you mention it, I probably need to talk to my doctor."
"Alright, take care of yourself, hun. I gotta run—it's Monday, and some of us actually work for a living," she teases.
"Ha ha, very funny," I reply dryly before ending the call.
Slipping the phone into my pocket, I walk back into the living room and find Lionel wiping down the glass center table with a towel. The scent of fresh soap and the faint undertone of his cologne fill the air.
"That was a long call," he says, glancing at me with a small smile.