Chapter 611

In the penthouse of a luxurious downtown complex, floor-to-ceiling windows framed the dazzling nightscape. Yet the figure in silk pajamas holding a wineglass wasn't admiring the view—she was watching the clock. Angela's wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her back, her striking features and graceful silhouette radiating quiet authority that had grown since inheriting her mother's position. The boardroom saw her unshakable composure, but at home, she longed to be nothing more than a cherished wife cradled in her husband's arms. Three days ago, Richard had left the country for a mission handover. Even this brief separation felt like torment to the newlyweds. They'd already legally tied the knot, postponing their wedding banquet until after New Year due to hectic schedules. Now, as the clock ticked toward nine, Angela's yearning intensified. She glanced at her simple yet thoughtful welcome setup—fresh flowers, red wine, and scented candles casting intimate pools of light. The best gift? Hers