In the warm glow of the penthouse's lights, Abigail's radiant smile lit up the room. Her heart raced with joy as she called out to her husband, "Christopher!"
Christopher's demeanor changed from comfort to concern as he watched Abigail race down the stairs. His protective instincts kicked in, and he rushed over to meet her.
"Slow down," he advised, his arms enveloping her in a secure embrace.
Abigail clung to him, her joyous smile unwavering as she pecked his lips affectionately. A profound sense of relief and delight had taken the place of the anxiety that had plagued her throughout his absence.
"You are finally back. I am relieved," she confessed. She tiptoed and kissed his lips briefly. "I was so worried about you."
"You shouldn't be," he murmured. "I told you they couldn't find anything against me."
"I missed you," she said quietly, kissing him once again.
