Chapter 313: The Protective Husband

  Tracey has to stay in her office to work although her husband doesn't want her to go back. He was eager for them to go home because he's pissed, angry at Wendy, and at the same time horny. She adjusted her blue lens eyeglasses and continued typing while her husband was slouching on the sofa. He looked tired and probably stressed. 

  She continued typing, making that sound that probably annoyed him. She pressed the save and glanced at him who looked like a sluggish man on the sofa. 

"Babe, what the hell are you doing?" She asked. 

"Babe, I am trying to meditate here." He grumbled. She smiled as she propped her right elbow over the desk and leaned her cheeks over her hand while admiring her husband. 

"That's not meditating. You are trying to be lazy yet your mind is working nonstop." 

"Babe, that's true." He sighed. "I want to try not to go there and kill her. Because if I did, the plan would relapse and the war would start."