AVERY WINTERSI sauntered downstairs, the soft click of my heels on the marble floor announcing my presence. Bernard's gaze slowly snapped up from his phone, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skipped a beat.His lips gently parted, and for a moment, time seemed to stood still as his gaze roamed over me, taking in the sight of my dress, the way it hugged my curves, and the delicate silver necklace glancing off my collarbone. I walked closer, my heels echoing in the silence, until I stood an inch from him. "Hi," I whispered, my voice barely audible. His eyes never left mine, his voice low and husky. "Hey," he muttered, his gaze burning with desire.The air was filled with tension as Bernard took in every detail of my appearance. "You look.... Absolutely beautiful, Avery," he complimented.I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I met his gaze. "Thank you, husband," I murmured, my eyes locked on his. "You're not looking bad yourself," I added, checking out hi
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