~Christopher’s POV~
I lowered myself from the counter and drew her to the counter’s edge. I took a step back and soaked in all of her glory. She was the epitome of perfection, and she is my wife. I drank the wine straight from the bottle. F*ck! This wine was failing to deliver on my expectations.
“Camille,” I called out to her.
She remained silent. She only drew her gaze to mine and gazed at me hesitantly. This left me wondering when Camille had turned into such a reserved individual. “Do you have anything strong? She nodded and pointed in the direction of the place where she stored it, and I noticed a collection in that spot. When I spotted my poison Dalmore Decades, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I grabbed the bottle, fully aware that she had purchased it for me. When? I’m not intereste
