I watched Adrien toast to his own luck.
My phone buzzed again.
“This meeting is brutal. Probably won’t be home until after midnight.”
I typed back:
“Take all the time you need, darling.”
Philippe returned, voice low.
“They ordered dessert. The bill is… substantial.”
I smiled.
“Perfect,” I said. “Deliver it.”
Read what happened when he realized the ‘pregnant wife’ wasn’t a rumor — she was in the room ⬇️⬇️⬇️