"Sneaking around! Who, me?"
"If it's not you, is it me?"
Hearing him describe her as "sneaking around," Celeste Grant couldn't help but laugh out loud. She patted his shoulder lightly. "Who's sneaking around? Honestly, the things you say."
But it seemed that after losing his memory, he had become incredibly insecure. Celeste Grant cupped his face in her hands, her expression turning serious. It was time to start laying on the charm.
She called his name.
"Javier Sinclair."
His gaze shifted to her face.
Celeste Grant looked at him and said, "Javier Sinclair, you're the only one in my heart, you know that? You're my one and only, my darling husband. To me, everyone else is just a man or a woman. But you're different. You're the only one I love."
Darling husband.
My one and only.
