Chapter 71
Myrah's POV
I wanted to ask him a lot of questions, but I was just too shy to do so. I did not desire to be an eccentric freak.
"How do I put you to sleep?" While cradling my hands in his, Valentino inquired. He felt like my husband while wearing his wedding ring because it was so warm.
"Anything sweet will do," I remarked, settling back into my cozy blankets.
"Okay. Both with and without clothing, you are stunning. Simply put, you are imitating perfection. I count myself fortunate to have you as my wife, and I look forward to all the wonderful experiences we will share in the future." He said, "Good night, Paris," and he kissed my forehead. I gave him a grin while averting my gaze.
He was an expert at making me cry. Even as I was falling asleep, I couldn't help but smile. My anxieties all but vanished. Treveur and his nefarious behavior completely disappeared from the forefront of my mind.
