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The penthouse foyer lay in darkness as Rhys stepped inside, greeted only by Ms. Novak's quiet presence. 'Welcome home, Sir. Your wife has retired for the evening,' she murmured. He handed over his blazer, the weight of the day still clinging to him, but beneath it, a low current of anticipation stirred. Memories of their private wedding and her role as his assistant sharpened a quiet, possessive ache. He moved down the dim hall, the silence broken only by the soft sound of his steps. In the bedroom, golden lamplight pooled around the king-sized bed where she lay curled, feigning sleep. Rhys allowed a slow smirk to touch his lips, noting the subtle hitch in her breath. He slid onto the mattress beside her, his fingers tracing a deliberate path up the curve of her arm. 'Still awake, darling…