Chapter 117

Dreamscape Manor. Megan had just finished preparing a full table of mouthwatering dishes, like the picture-perfect housewife, and now stood at the villa gate, waiting for Tristan to come home. As the ornate iron gate swung open, a sleek black Maybach slowly pulled in. The car parked, and the man inside stepped out with his signature composure and grace. Without missing a beat, Megan dashed straight into his arms, her laughter light and joyful. Tristan hooked an arm behind her waist to lift her up, his faintly stubbled chin nudging into the curve of her neck. "Miss me that much you wanna gobble me up?" Megan gave him a playful pout—ever since this man tasted the forbidden fruit, his words started getting way too suggestive. She pinched the soft flesh at the back of his neck. "Please. I didn't say anything about eating you." "Then what? You want me to eat you up instead?" he teased, brushing his cheek along her smooth neck, making her giggle uncontrollably. "Can we act a little normal he