Chapter 183 Being His Anchor

• “When are you leaving?” I asked, cradled in my husband’s arms, already dreading time as it ticked away.
• “Tomorrow morning,” He said back, having me look up, him kissing my forehead. I pushed up until my face was just against his. I then began tracing every edge on his face; that sharp jaw, the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Might have been a Greek God in his past life. He stared at me as I traced even his lips with my finger, sparking magic between us.
• “We’re already rich, can’t we just retire,” I said out sulking.