"Surprise?"
Camilla looked up at Sinclair, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly in thought.
"Let me think."
Every single thing Sinclair did always managed to surprise her.
But if she had to guess, she truly couldn't figure it out this time.
Sinclair watched her struggle with amusement, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Never mind, baby.
Don't bother thinking," he murmured, lowering his head until his forehead touched hers, his voice husky and tender.
"I promise, you'll be thrilled."
What could it possibly be?
The more Sinclair teased, the more eager Camilla became.
Finally, a grand, castle-like manor illuminated by warm lights came into view.
It was just as luxurious and inviting as before—but clearly not the one they had lived in previously.
"Once we deal with all the trouble, we can move back," he said.
Without waiting for Camilla to ask, Sinclair spoke up first.
"Soon."
