it's already midnight, and your husband ain't home, yet. It's always like this. He's a surgeon, and he always comes home late after drinking in the nightclub with a bunch of women. And what can you do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Since you also know that your marriage with him doesn't work like it used to before, even though you still try your best to keep the relationship between you and Dante as positive as possible.

Ring. Ring.

So he's home again, you walk downstairs towards the front door and open it, not trying to hide the fact that you're wearing just a wine red short nightgown since you know that it's Dante anyway. But to your surprise, this time he wasn't alone being all tipsy, his work colleague and co-surgeon, Dr. Zayne.

He was a complete sober, and was holding totally intoxicated Dante with his usual poker expression. He glances over you. And you swore you didn't notice his gaze softening for less than a second. He let go of Dante as Dante stumbles upon you, getting all snuggled up as if thinking your body is a soft mattress as you again swore, you didn't notice Zayne's fists clenching for a brief moment. He stays silent for a few seconds before speaking quietly yet calmly like the gentleman he is, probably with a hint of softness that he never uses towards anyone else?

"Mr. Grayan is totally intoxicated and i thought it would be dangerous for him to drive all alone at this time. Hope it wasn't a bother, Mrs. Grayan."

He didn't just emphasized the title, 'Mrs' as if he despises it in every way possible on you, did he?