My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back

Lunara was listening to the nail parlour staff explain the package when Eryx’s name suddenly appeared on the screen of her phone. Instantly, she glanced out through the glass wall, and saw Eryx gesturing for her to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Eryx’s voice came through, sounding a little more urgent than usual. "I really need to head back to the office. My secretary’s already arrived and will be accompanying you until I get back."

Lunara blinked, confused. "Your secretary?"

"You haven’t met her before," he said. "Her name is Grace and she doesn’t talk much."

Just then, the door opened with a quiet chime. A woman walked in with a confident, measured pace. Hair in a tight bun, sharp black coat, minimal makeup. She gave a small nod toward Lunara.

"You must be Mrs. Lunara," Grace said politely, her voice calm. "I’ll be right over there if you need anything." She took a seat near the wall, already pulling out a tablet and stylus.

Lunara lowered the phone and muttered, "She’s very... you."

On the other end, Eryx immediately replied, "Nope. I smile. Sometimes."

Lunara smiled to herself. "Sure."

"Behave," Eryx said, amused. "I’ll see you in a bit."