(Sapphire's POV)
It's been three weeks since Damian's arrest and my mind was still not at peace.
I was yet to say anything at all, because I needed to fully understand what was going on and if he was actually the killer.
But he had been staying home these days and his eyes were always on me.
I needed to do something.
"Oh, well." I quickly checked the time. "10:08am" hmm.
I quickly jumped into the shower and was out in a bit.
Dressing up in a pencil skirt and black shirt, I grabbed a coat and a purse and walked downstairs.
I had somewhere very important to be.
"Ma'am."
"Ah, Fernandez! Just who I was looking for." I said cheerily. "Where the hell is my husband?"
"In his study, Ma'am." Replied the bodyguard with a small smile on his face.
"Is there a reason why you're smiling like a Cheshire Cat, Nandez?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"You just look unusually happy this morning, ma'am." He answered.
