Chapter 166: His Resting Place
Leander entered his house and when he saw everything where it meant to be, he let out a sigh of relief. He saw Martin sitting by the foyer and guessed that Lionel still hasn’t woken up.
Come to think of it, there were no articles of seeing drunken Lionel in the papers today, so Martin must have done his job.
Leander climbed over the stairs. Just as he reached the bedroom, he heard the door unlocking. He was surprised. Opening the door, he stepped in. He saw Viviana walking groggily back to the bed and smiled.
Viviana turned back hearing the door open. "You’re back," she smiled fixing her hair. "I just woke up..." she yawned.
Leander walked to her and hugged her. Resting his chin on her slender shoulder he leaned on her. Viviana patted his back. It looked like he had a not so good day.
Her mother used to advise her that most men prefer an understanding silence for them to gather themselves when they return home after a long day. Her mother also said that men prefer not to show their vulnerable emotions in front of their women and that they rarely talk about their feelings like a woman would want to. She would say that women really don’t like emotional men.
’It makes them dry’, she’d say. Viviana never understood what ’dry’ meant. But she would agree with her mother. She was a smart one and they had a good marriage.
Viviana decided to give her mother’s advice a go.
He is not most men, but he is her husband. So...she silently let him lean on her.
But then she smelled something on him. It was not the usual musky scent but something different, something pleasant...like a garden... like something a woman would wear.