192 Rage

Whatever happiness and relief Alex had felt after meeting his mother, was short-lived the moment the cab approached his residence.

He suddenly became anxious at the reminder of the problem awaiting him— a certain pregnant lady with fiery green eyes that would torch him to the ground.

Alex undoubtedly believed Vanessa would still be in a fit of rage after so many hours because she was just that sort of person.

He had deliberately chosen not to receive her call while at the restaurant since he knew just how upset she would be and he was in no frame of mind to receive her call.

He had given Ben a call after he left his mother, to find out if Vanessa had stopped by his office as he guessed she would, and if he had taken her home as he asked him to, and from how cautious and exasperated Ben had spoken, Alex knew Vanessa had displayed that temper of hers as he knew she would.