As dusk settled, she finally left the palace, escorted by Sinclair Inside the car, Sinclair cradled Camilla in his arms, his slender fingers tracing gentle circles over the noticeable swell of her belly.
"You seem to be in a good mood?"
"Absolutely," Camilla replied, her lips curving into a smile, her voice laced with cheerful amusement.
"Sweetheart, Grandmother has agreed."
Sinclair knew exactly what she meant.
Though he remained silent, the corners of his mouth lifted in response.
"It won't be long before Grandmother fully recovers.
Then, we can finally return to San Francisco," Camilla straightened up slightly, her eyes sparkling with joy as she gazed at Sinclair.
"Sweetheart, compared to being a royal heir, I much prefer the title of Mrs. Luther."
Because it belonged to him—and him alone.
"Camilla," Sinclair gazed into Camilla's overly bright eyes, his own darkening with emotion as a tidal wave of love surged from the depths of his heart.
"I love you."
