Chapter 9

The couple hurried to catch the next flight back to New York.

After a seven-hour flight, they arrived at the Westfield Estate around eight in the morning.

Enoch knew Chris rarely stayed at the old family mansion, so he headed straight for the estate.

Meanwhile, I was lounging on the couch, waiting for Chris to finish breakfast.

These past few days, I’d spent every moment with him. For someone who had once seemed so aloof and distant, Chris was surprisingly affectionate—and not the saint he appeared to be.

To enjoy our honeymoon in peace, Chris had given the staff some time off. Only the housekeeper came by to clean every few days.

That meant he had taken over all the cooking, but I didn’t mind. After all, I wasn’t exactly skilled in the kitchen.

Chris seemed to enjoy it. Every time he saw me happily munching on something he made, he’d tap my cheeks playfully.

Suddenly, the house AI chimed. “There’s someone at the door, ma’am.”

I slipped on my slippers and checked the security camera.

There they were—Enoch and Vivianne, looking worse for wear after their long journey.

Well, that was fast.

“Your eldest son is here,” I called to Chris, poking my head into the kitchen where he was making sunny-side-up eggs to perfection.

“Hmm,” was his only response, his eyes not leaving the pan.

Just what I wanted to hear.

Leaving the lovebirds to wait outside, I casually went upstairs to change before finally opening the door.