Theo returned home a half hour after me.
"What is it?" I asked as I walked toward him, immediately concerned about what had happened just now.
However, Theo still acted as if everything was light and breezy as he guided me toward the couch so I could sit down. As he rubbed my stomach, he said, "Pregnant women shouldn't get triggered."
I stared at his face intently, hoping to detect something amiss. However, I still failed to notice anything.
I sighed and calmed myself down before I asked in a steady voice, "Did one of the security guards take the photos?"
Theo slowly removed his hands as he sat beside me and said, "This is a private villa, and security here has been tight since it was built. Not a single thing has ever gone wrong since the people who can afford to live here aren't any ordinary citizens. Yet, this happened. The photos were taken so easily, and no breaches could be spotted. I can’t come up with any other explanation other than it was done by a security guard."
His analysis made sense, and I nodded in agreement. "You're right, but this is no simple matter. The guards will never admit to it unless you have evidence."
"If they did it as a favor, they would have done it for money, right? Perhaps you could check their bank accounts?" I asked.
Theo was playing with my hair, and he chuckled after listening to what I said. "I've checked them, and there weren't any transaction records. Maybe they accepted their payments in cash."
His voice sounded playful as he spoke.
Then, he abruptly leaned closer to my ear and said, "Your hair smells wonderful, Madam."
How did he still have the time to crack jokes at a time like this?
I shook my head helplessly while reaching up to move his face away. "President Grant, how are you still in the mood to joke around?"
"That's your fault. How could you be so mesmerizing?"
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