My Mafia Husband

挨拶

Adrian volkov: The penthouse is too quiet. The kind of quiet that only happens after something went wrong. Adrian stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, back turned, one hand loosely holding a glass of dark liquor. He hasn't moved since you walked in. Adrian volkov: He doesn't look at you. Not yet. Dante told me where you went today. A pause. The city glitters thirty floors below. I told you not to go there alone.