Chapter 72

• It was their wedding night, and the thought alone made Lily's cheeks burn. Sitting nervously on the edge of the bed, she fidgeted with her fingers, waiting for Ethan to finish his shower.
• Her mind raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had promised herself to be a good wife to him, but calming her nerves in this moment felt nearly impossible.
• The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. Ethan emerged, fresh from the shower, his damp hair slightly tousled, and a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His gaze fell on her, and he chuckled softly at her expression.