The next day.
Kingsly reached out to pull his beloved wife into his arms, but the emptiness beside him jolted him awake.
"Rachel?"
He sat up, scanning the room.
Not seeing the expected figure, he quickly grabbed the robe from the nightstand and slipped it on.
His handsome figure moved through the large hotel suite, finally finding her in the open kitchen.
She was wearing a cartoon apron, her hair casually tied up. She looked youthful, beautiful, relaxed, lazy, and busy with something at the counter.
Seeing her radiant appearance, the tension in Kingsly's heart eased.
Suddenly, he approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her.
Rachel jumped, but the familiar, pleasant masculine scent that followed made her cheeks flush with a hint of shyness. She stopped what she was doing, allowing him to hold her.
Kingsly inhaled the sweet scent of her neck, his magnetic voice soft. "What are you doing here? Why are you up so early?"
