Chapter 377 Billionaire's Lies

• The golden light poured over their white, lacy bed drapes, illuminating the sleeping honeymooners in a warm golden light. Eliana moved first, rolling over with a sleepy yawn, legs bare to the heat of hot sheets—and one very hot husband.
• She groggily rolled over again, squinting through the light to discover Damian already propped on one elbow, looking at her with his sleepy, adorably handsome post-honeymoon smile.
• “Good morning, Mrs. Wolfe,” he said, voice low and velvety.