Noah's POV

　　Laila was waiting for me when I retired to our bedroom. She was dressed in transparent silk nithie, she wore nothing beneath it. Her black hair flowed down her back, but as always, she had that devilish glint in her eyes that I've come to dislike about her. She walked up to me like a wild cat stalking its prey.

　　"Share a drink with me,husband." Laila handed over a cup of wine to me. I took it from her and drowned it in a gulp.

　　"You seem ...