"I love it,"
Camilla inhaled the crisp, fragrant air, her eyes crinkling into crescents of delight.
"I really do."
Though the late autumn breeze carried its signature chill, she felt neither cold nor discomfort—only an overwhelming sense of ease.
Sinclair gazed down at her, the corners of his lips lifting faintly as he took in her radiant joy.
"Glad you like it."
Not just *glad*—more like *thank God*.
Ramsey kept his head bowed, exhaling a long, silent breath of relief.
This place had been a last-minute assignment from the CEO, orchestrated purely to bring a smile to his wife's face—not for some lofty "natural oxygen bar" concept.
Thankfully, she was happy.
Otherwise, he'd have been in deep trouble.
"Sweetheart," Camilla finally tore her gaze from the breathtaking scenery, turning to Sinclair.
"Are we staying here tonight?"
Memories of a university retreat to the mountain forests surfaced—wooden cabins, the embrace of nature.
