Chapter 367 Billionaire's Lies

• The lounge of the airport buzzed with predawn activity—travelers ripping open luggage, the scent of espresso filling the air, flight staff speaking through the speakers like a flash of electricity. Amidst the commotion were Damian Wolfe and Eliana Thompson-Wolfe—honeymoon paradise, suitcases in tow, passports in tow, grinning as just stepped from the pages of a cologne ad.
• Mainly because both of them had that "just married" glow. and secondly because Eliana was also wearing white linen wide-leg trousers and a silk camisole that left Damian's brain numb every time she turned his face.
• "First honeymoon flight wife and husband," announced Eliana, her voice over the moon, as she waved her boarding pass. "To Paris. City of art and fashion, bread and great tragic heartbreak."