"Why don't we stay for another night, Adam? Do you think you can spare a day?" Raymond asked casually as they gathered in the terrace, nibbling on light snacks while the late afternoon sun painted the sky in soft gold.
Adam leaned back in his chair, his arm draped along the back of Sofia's seat as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He didn't even hesitate. "From now on," he said firmly, his gaze dipping to his wife, "I have all the time in the world for my wife. My executives can run the company without me."
Sofia's cheeks flamed at his words, her heart fluttering wildly. He said it so plainly, so possessively, as though she was the only thing that mattered—and in that moment, she almost believed it.
"Well then," Raymond grinned, clapping his hands together like a man satisfied with his decision, "that settles it. We'll have a proper barbecue tonight. No maids, no chefs, no staff—just us. I want to prepare food for my daughters myself."
