Chapter 167 An Unsuccessful Mission

• Paul had left earlier that morning, and I only caught sight of him in the late afternoon, appearing somewhat beastly as he leaned in for a kiss. I endeavoured to suppress thoughts of the unimaginable. Following his shower, he joined me in the family room, patiently awaiting my removal of scattered renovation files and notes.
• “When are you planning on starting?” he inquired in a calm tone.
• Seizing the opportunity to augment a budget already soaring, I stroked his hair in measured strides. "I wanted to discuss the budget with you," I began.