Jett had a pretty good guess as to why Melanie left. Nonetheless, he asked Alejandro gingerly, “Was it really you who killed Lynn?”
Alejandro shot him a meaningful, sidelong glance. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think it was you,” Jett admitted, shaking his head. “None of your people had been mobilized that day, while I received no directives from you. So… It’s from the Don, isn’t it? Why didn’t you tell Madam the truth?”
Alejandro flashed him a self-deprecating smile. “Why would I do that? Does it matter how she thinks of me? I’ll never love her, and neither will I let her love me. Her affection’s only going to get in my way. Besides, she’s made it clear that she’s never gonna divorce me, which is all I need from her,” he said. “I’m exhausted, and I need a rest. Go.”
Jett gave a grunt of understanding and went out of the room, shutting the door.
After a night of heavy snowfall, the city woke up to see itself blanketed by white flurries. Even before the morning broke, city cleaners were already hard at work, shoving the mounds of snow out of the streets.
Arianne puffed her breaths onto her hands. “It’s f-f-freezing today! Gotta tell Mary to let Smore put on some extra clothes today.”
“Why? Our home’s heated,” Mark pointed out flatly.
Arianne was stunned into silence. It was moments like these when she suspected that her intelligence had fallen, if not because she had been so preoccupied with her pregnancy that she neglected other faculties of her brain.
When they arrived at Arianne’s company entrance, Mark tidied her collar and said, “Fetch you after work.”
She smiled and stepped out of the car. “I know, I know.”
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