Charles Anderson stumbled into the room, and as soon as he pushed open the door, he was hit with a full embrace.
Rosie Scott hadn't hugged him like this in days.
He left early and returned late; although they slept in the same bed, they never saw each other in the morning or at night.
If it weren't for the traces of someone sleeping on the pillow beside her in the morning, she wouldn't have known that Charles Anderson had actually been back.
The fatigue from a full day's work vanished in a second as he smelled the fragrance that clung to her; her fresh face had a hint of charm.
She thought he'd be angry about what happened during the day.
But who knew, now he was 'whimpering' for a hug.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Waiting for hubby..."
When Charles Anderson heard her say the word 'hubby,' his heart trembled, and his soul seemed to ascend, his whole body felt as if floating among clouds.
