His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 733

"Making a big deal out of nothing," he chuckled.

"Mind sharing what's on your mind?" she asked, the tiny water droplets on her face and damp hair adding an extra layer of allure.

A fierce love sparked in his eyes as he reached for her neck, his fingers gently brushing her skin before their lips met in an instant. Their noses touched, breaths mingling in the air.

Her eyes, dreamy, slowly opened, gazing at him like a serene river in spring. "Have you been drinking?"

"Just a little," he admitted.

"You really don't take care of yourself, do you?"

He took a deep breath, pulling her closer into his arms, holding her tight. "Elle, I'm always trying to be a good husband. Can you feel that?"

"I can. You're improving," she acknowledged warmly.

"That's a relief." He wished he could hold her like this forever.

She nestled against him, savoring the rare moment they had together.

He lay back casually, his eyes gently closed, half-leaning against the hot tub's edge. His long, defined arms rested effortlessly on the rim, exuding a laid-back ease and contentment.

She glanced at him, her eyes filled with tenderness and concern, taking in every detail. He seemed leaner.

The contours of his face were more pronounced, every line perfectly in place. The subtle motion of his Adam's apple accentuated his masculine charm, his nose straight, and lips sensual.

His damp hair fell casually over his forehead, water droplets sliding down, creating gentle ripples in the tub. This untamed side of him had an unrefined wildness.

Usually, he wore glasses, probably to tone down this sharp edge.

She laughed softly, amused at her own daydreaming about him.

Hearing her laughter, he lifted his gaze slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering, his dark eyes half-open. "What's so funny?"

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