Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
When Camilla opened her eyes again, dusk had already settled in.
Her phone showed several missed calls—all from Calvin's number.
Knowing these were actually from Fanny, she immediately called back.
"Fanny?"
"It's me," Tiffany replied in a hushed voice, laced with unmistakable amusement.
"Tsk tsk, just how exhausted were you to sleep this late?
Mr. Luther truly lives up to his reputation—his stamina is something else."
Camilla: "…" Not just something else—it was downright overwhelming.
Rubbing her sore lower back, she had no comeback for her friend's teasing.
That man looked all cold and restrained on the surface, yet when it came to *that*, he was wilder than anyone.
Absolutely… infuriating.
But he was still her husband, after all.
She couldn't bring herself to say anything too harsh.
Hearing the silence on the other end, Tiffany knew she'd hit the mark and laughed openly over the phone.
