Chapter 337: You’re My Wife
Alexander was furious as he saw another man carrying his wife. He didn’t even realize how quickly he had sprinted from the balcony to intercept the man, snatching Rain from his arms without a second thought. "How could you get drunk and end up in another man’s car instead of Rico’s?" he scolded as he carried her up the stairs. His voice was firm, though his grip on her was gentle.
Rain stirred in his arms, her eyelids fluttering open. "Oh, my husband is here carrying me," she mumbled with a giggle, wrapping her arms lazily around his neck.
Alexander’s expression darkened as he reached the top of the stairs and started down the hallway toward their room. Her carefree demeanor only added to his frustration.
She pouted up at him, clearly confused. "Why are you frowning? You look so mad," she said, her fingers reaching up to cup his face as if to smooth out his scowl.
"Why wouldn’t I be?" he retorted sharply, pausing outside her bedroom door. "You came home late, drunk, and let another man bring you here instead of riding with Rico like you were supposed to!"
Rain blinked, then gave a cheeky smile. "Oh, come on, it’s still early! Everyone was having fun, and it’s been ages since I got to relax, drink, and sing karaoke with my colleagues. Rico’s too stiff... Henry let me drink more and even sang along with me on the drive!"
Alexander pushed the door open, carrying her inside. The room had changed significantly from what he remembered. It was larger, with an attached study, and the walls were painted in softer, warmer tones.
Apparently, he’d personally overseen the renovations to suit Rain’s preferences, though the memories of doing so still escaped him.