Her Billionaire Husband
Rubbing her head and holding her sore bottom, she staggered over to the couch.
There, she saw Gabriel, legs crossed, a laptop on his lap, fully engrossed in his work.
She couldn't help but ask, "Did I fall or something? Why does my butt hurt so much?"
A light of guilt flashed in Gabriel's eyes as he nodded, "Yeah."
“No wonder, it hurts like crazy."
She walked to the sofa opposite him and plopped down, legs spread out as she squinted at him working.
Gabriel was dressed in a black shirt, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined, honey-colored chest muscles. Through the thin fabric, the contours of his muscles were faintly visible.
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