Chapter 89 The Wife He Didn't Want Ch13

• The morning sunlight streamed through the windows like a quiet promise. Jacob sat at the edge of the bed, the box heavy in his palm. Not from weight, but from meaning. No contracts. No business merger. No obligation. Just him. Just her. Just love.
• Ginna stirred behind him, the sheets shifting softly. He looked back and saw her—the curve of her shoulder, the way her hair fanned out on the pillow, the faint pink of her lips still swollen from the night before. And he couldn’t wait any longer.
• He turned, leaned over her, and kissed the slope of her spine.