The moonlight was perfect.
In the pavilion, the two of them were locked in a passionate embrace, kissing.
When the kiss ended, and his lips parted from hers, a silvery thread of saliva connected them for a moment.
Javier Sinclair gently wiped it away with his finger. The woman before him had shed the innocence of her girlhood and now possessed an alluring charm. When she glanced at him, his heart hammered uncontrollably in his chest.
'My wife is so beautiful,' he thought. 'She's gorgeous from head to toe.'
"My wife, you're so beautiful. Your eyes are beautiful, your face is beautiful, even every strand of your hair is beautiful."
Hearing this, Celeste Grant rolled her eyes at him.
"Old Fiend Sinclair, do you have to be so sappy?"
He replied, "Am I? I am only speaking the truth. My wife is the most beautiful woman in heaven and on earth."
Javier Sinclair never doubted Celeste Grant's beauty.
"Celeste Grant."
