"Husband..."
Bianca hadn't expected to be moved so easily; it was probably because her man had done something that even the so-called professional slave of a husband her father never did for her mother. Removing makeup for a woman—it was something that even Michael Gordon had never done. After all, some things just weren't a man's strong suit!
"Moved so quickly?"
Roy Thompson lowered his head to kiss the corner of her eye where the makeup had been, his husky voice sounding as if it bled, "There's no need to be moved. After all, this is what a husband should do. But if you feel sorry for me, you could reward me later in the bridal chamber!"
Bella Gordon: "..."
She had been slightly touched just a moment ago, but now the man was starting to be improper again. Really...
