214 The guest - I

For a second, she just silently continued to stare at the woman next to her husband. Maybe it was just hoped that this was a dream or just an illusion that she was going to come out of there any time soon.

Possibly soon.

Insecurities ran through her body, as Joyce ran her eyes on the body of the woman. She was the perfect supermodel. Someone who actually looked good beside her husband, as someone who was made for him and not a good Christian girl, who made it clear that this marriage was arranged.

Daphne was still in the living room, and Adrian was working inside, talking to the woman, and did not notice Joyce by the side, giving her the perfect opportunity to run away and hide from him.

That was exactly what she did.

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The assignments of all the other subjects were almost completed except for Richard's class. That was only because the man was obsessed with making sure that everything was going according to plan and he would check it bit by bit.