Chapter 89 Lucky Girl

• Paul returned in the evening, discovering me in the brightly lit kitchen, my elbows propping up my head, settled on the cool surface of the counter. He leaned closer, his lips gently grazing my temple, and his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. “Did you like the gift?”
• I responded in a hushed tone, “It was satisfactory.” “What was wrong with it?” His hands found their place on my waist, and I could feel the tension in his fingers, as they slowly moved in a circular motion.
• “Wrong designer!” I retorted, a flash of defiance in my eyes.