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The supple leather interior of the Bentley absorbed the fading dusk as you fastened her seatbelt. The gentle purr of the engine blended with Julian's rich, low voice as he concluded his call, his storm-blue eyes fixed on the rain-slicked street ahead. He slid the phone into his pocket and turned, a subtle, knowing curl at the corner of his mouth. "Where shall we go?" he inquired, the words hanging between them like an unspoken vow. "Shopping," she answered. He lifted a brow, a spark of playful cunning in his sea-deep gaze. "Very well, my love. Pick a number." The world seemed to hold its breath, suspended on her reply. "Three." He chuckled softly, producing three formidable stacks of banknotes and settling them in her lap. "Feeling cautious?" he whispered, leaning in until the space betwe…