Chapter 137

• "Sorry, I am afraid I don't follow, sir." Richard winces like he actually does but is fighting with himself not to accept the reality of my words and what they could mean.
• "You do. It is quite straightforward, Richard. I am telling you to go after the woman you are fond of enough to be risking your life for." I say, keeping my tone low and arctic. I don't have to threaten him outrightly. I watch him think and try to wriggle himself out of what awaited him. His hard lean face creases as he comes to the acceptance that there was little to nothing he could do to avoid it.
• "Mr. Alec. Please. I can't. Please. I am so sorry about everything, but you are asking me for too much. I have a family to cater for. Sherry can't find out about Christine and I. It was a mistake. Please. Have mercy on me." Richard pleads, his head bowed in front of me. He is pathetic and again, asides his youth, which is also obviously dwindling, his lean frame and whatever else physical attractions that might endear him to women, I can't for the life of me figure out why Christine got entangled with him. He looks so undeserving. The thought of such a lowly man desecrating my matrimonial bed sours my mood further. The utter disrespect.