Viviana walked in with a content heart. She made sure she cooked every favorite dish of Leander. She didn't want to leave her father and brother alone and she cooked their favorites too.
She didn't even take a good look at Leander earlier.
After sweating out in the kitchen, her anger had vanished and she couldn't wait to have a good look at her husband. She came back for her and she should not be wasting the opportunity with her anger.
Just as she stepped inside the room, she was in for a surprise.
There he was—the soul of her soul—in all his glory. With just a towel around his waist he stood like a tall cedar tree. His wet hair blanketed his forehead and his eyes widened on his flushed face seeing her.
She couldn't help make a comparison to the day they met. That day, she was almost naked with just a robe on her. He was standing complexly dressed although a little messier than she knew him to be. His eyes were confused back then too.
