Cedric turned, his expression softening into a helpless smile as he pulled her into his arms again. His voice, smooth and warm, brushed against her ear. "If anyone were to kiss my neck, it’d only be you. No one else is allowed."
He tapped her nose lightly, his smile faltering just enough to show a hint of frustration. "Stop overthinking. You’re the only one I love."
Before she could reply, his phone buzzed insistently from his pocket, the vibrations breaking the moment. His unease was palpable as he turned toward the bedroom, muttering something about needing a shower.
As Cedric showered, bursts of laughter echoed intermittently from the bathroom, a sound that grated against Dione’s already strained nerves. Seated on the bed, she sifted through her collection of jewelry and branded handbags, her movements deliberate and detached.
Forty minutes passed before Cedric finally emerged, steam trailing behind him like a lingering shadow. His eyes landed on the array of handbags sprawled across the bed, one brow lifting in mild amusement. "Having trouble deciding which one to take? Need your husband’s impeccable fashion advice?"