Daniel Cooper's hoarse voice was tinged with a hint of humor, his tone teasing, "Two years, ten months, and twenty-eight days—I've already waited this long. Amy, how much longer do you plan to keep me waiting?"
The man pinched her chin with his slender fingers, his gaze intense as he stared at her. "Besides, you were the one who provoked me today."
In the instant when Amelia met his eye, her heartbeat inexplicably missed two beats.
If his expression and tone had been jokingly teasing, she wouldn't have felt much.
But those deep, dark eyes, stark and silent, held feelings that made her heart flutter.
It was as if he had gone through endless trials, waiting for her for thousands of years.
Amy's breath hitched under his intense gaze. Her heart seemed to be fiercely tugged. She buried her face in his shoulder, murmuring softly, "Husband."
As she spoke those two words, tears rolled down her cheeks, dropping on his white shirt...
