It was almost ten at night when Edmund finally returned to their bedroom. He had already bathed and changed in another room, making sure that when he stepped inside, Primrose wouldn't be greeted by the scent of his sweat.
He expected to find her curled up on the bed, half-asleep as usual. But instead, what he saw nearly stopped his heart.
Primrose—his beloved, his beautiful wife—stood in front of the door wearing nothing but the see-through purple nightgown, the neckline plunging so low he could almost see the entirety of her breasts.
Crash!
Edmund instinctively slammed the door shut, terrified that someone might accidentally catch sight of his wife's precious body.
"Husband, welcome back," Primrose said with a soft smile. Her voice was sweet, dripping like honey, as she stepped toward him. "So … what did Dr. Celdric say?"
Edmund's throat tightened as he swallowed hard, his gaze falling helplessly to the deep valley of her breast.
