Anathea’s warm breath fell on Gregory’s face, carrying her unique scent. For a moment, Gregory was dazed. His long lashes fluttered slightly as he stared fixedly at Anathea, who was just inches away.
As if afraid of hurting him further, Anathea applied the medicine gently, blowing on the wound a few more times.
She was behaving exactly like a loving and considerate wife. It was as though the Anathea from the past had returned. Gregory’s heart stirred uncontrollably.
He lifted a hand and held her wrist.
Anathea looked up at him. Her eyes were incredibly alluring, enough to make someone lose themselves.
As Gregory was faced with the tender version of Anathea, his Adams apple bobbed slightly. As expected, he had no intention of holding back–he’d already been holding back for too many days.
His other hand cupped her chin as he leaned down.
The crisp seent of cedar filled Anathea’s nose.
Her hand clenched into a fist, bending the swab in half. Her heart was filled with resistance, but she didn’t push him away.
Instead, she closed her eyes and responded ever so faintly.
That reaction was an enormous encouragement to Gregory. His brows relaxed, and things quickly spiraled out of control.
Outside the Maybach, tall birch trees lined the road. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and spilled into the car. With the car moving non–stop, the inside of the car kept shifting from bright to dim as the air gradually changed from gentle to urgent and
intense.
It wasn’t until Anathea was almost out of breath—with a flushed face–that she weakly tapped his arm.
Gregory let go of her reluctantly, pressing his forehead to hers as he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice. “Annie, your lips are so sweet it’s addictive.”
Anathea didn’t respond. She snapped the bent cotton swab in her hand in two, curling her fingers around the broken pieces.
Gregory didn’t notice the subtle move and was about to kiss her again.
Anathea bit her lip, turning her head away. “Dexter’s here.”
Hearing that, Gregory shot a sharp look toward Dexter.
Dexter immediately stiffened, wishing he were not here.
“I got off work early today. Let’s stop by the grocery store. I’ll make you dinner. How does that sound?”
Gregory’s eyes lit up, though he was uncertain. “You… mean it?”
Ever since Anathea had returned from Syntherra, he’d failed to get her attention and been rejected more than once. Hence, he found it hard to believe it when he saw her behaving like this willingly.
Gregory stared at Anathea intensely.
Anathea casually tossed the broken cotton swab into a trash bag and smiled. “How does tomato–braised veal and vegetables sound?”
“Anything’s fine. I’ll eat whatever you make,” Gregory replied warmly, pleased.
Eating food Anathea cooked with her own hands made him happier than closing a nine–figure business deal.
Besides, he realized he’d never gone grocery shopping with Anathea before. This would be a new experience.
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Buying groceries after work was something a normal couple would do. Anathea would choose things up ahead, and he’d follow behind with the cart. Whenever they passed a crowded area, he’d hold her wrist and pull her close to his side to protect her.
Unexpectedly, he liked this feeling.
Gregory pushed the cart, watching Anathea carefully choose vegetables in the produce section. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, with a small strand falling out. She tucked it behind her ear. Her whole demeanor radiated a vibe so soft and gentle it was hard to look away.
A thought rose in his mind–he wanted to be with her like this every day after work. He wanted to shop for groceries and take walks together with her, living like an ordinary, loving couple.
What if their marriage hadn’t started out the way it had, tangled in so many complications? Would they be living that kind of life by now?
Unfortunately, there were no “what ifs” in this world.
Regret flickered through Gregory’s eyes, followed by surprise. He was surprised at the fact that he even had such feelings.
“Let’s go check out,” Anathea said.
Gregory came back to his senses and placed the vegetables she’d picked in the cart.
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