Night fell.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce Ghost came to a smooth stop in front of the Luther Family Mansion Ramsey stepped out to open the door.
Sinclair emerged from the back seat, his strikingly handsome face betraying no emotion, as cool and unreadable as ever.
Meanwhile, inside the living room— The moment Camilla heard the purr of the car engine, she sprang up, not even bothering to set down the iPad in her hands before rushing outside.
"Sweetheart."
Dressed in a white nightgown, her porcelain skin seemed even fairer against the fabric.
Her chestnut-brown curls cascaded like a waterfall, framing delicate features that only grew more enchanting under the soft glow of the porch lights.
Her smiling eyes, warm and bright, cut through the darkness like the first light of dawn.
Camilla was breathtakingly beautiful. Sinclair gazed at her, his dark eyes brimming with such intensity that his love for her felt almost tangible.
