Chapter 4
Madeline stepped out of the car and looked at the magnificent Mon Ciel, a palace resting imposingly on a hilltop in the exclusive area of Henley-on-Thames. The place had belonged to the LeBlanc family for a long time and bore many marks of their legacy. For her, this was the home that held many memories of Ciaran and her, of their relationship and how they had become soul mates.
The chilly breezes crept inside her jacket and made her shudder. Feeling a warm coat wrapped around her shoulders, she turned around and smiled at the sinfully handsome face of her husband—a face God had created when he was in the mood to forgive all mortal sins.
His striking gray eyes smiled back at her. “You’re cold, first councillor.”
Every time he called her first councillor, she wanted to swoon.
