"Has my order arrived, Ly?"
Alger stepped out of the bathroom, a small towel in his hand.
He frowned when he noticed his wife hadn't returned to their room.
"Still downstairs?" he muttered softly.
Alger's eyes landed on a piece of lingerie laid out on the bed. A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Looks like you really want to please your husband, Ly. I can't wait to see you in that sexy outfit," he whispered.
"Babe! Shower first before you eat—I'll get your food ready!" Alger called out.
But there was no reply from Lily, which only added to his confusion. That wasn't like her.
Still puzzled, Alger decided to step out of the room, now wearing a plain white t-shirt.
"Babe? Are you downstairs?"
"You… Lily!"
Alger's eyes widened in horror.
His wife was lying unconscious on the floor, blood trickling from her temple.
He rushed down the stairs, his legs moving faster than his thoughts.
He immediately checked her pulse with trembling fingers.
