“Wife, you are so beautiful.” Augustus wrapped his hands around Gillian's waist and plastered endless kisses on Gillian’s face and neck.

Gillian was in a custom-made dark suit, and her hair was packed high, accentuating her features and making her appear more professional. Gillian’s face reddened and her ear dyed pink.

Upon noticing that Augustus was already becoming clingier as if he was about to lose control—his eyes growing darker and the kisses more intense—Gillian’s hand quickly clamped around his hand that held her waist. “Young master, you are mmhhh… losing control. Mmmhhh. I will be late. Augustus.”

Each of Gillian’s words was cut short by Augustus' fervent kisses that...