My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 976

After spending their first night together in 23 years, Theodore woke up and found himself staring at Fiona’s beautiful face. He couldn’t understand why she wanted him—he hadn’t done anything extraordinary.

Slowly, Fiona stirred, feeling his gaze on her. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks. She was naked—completely naked—lying beside the man she had prayed for more than half her life.

"Theodore…" she whispered.

"That sounds much better… See? You can say my name," he said, looking straight at her.

She looked enchanting. The pink tint on her cheeks fascinated him, though he didn’t know how to put it into words. He reached out and caressed her face, and she leaned into his touch. 'To hell with it,' he thought. 'We already did it—why should we feel embarrassed?' He pulled her against his chest and kissed her, realizing he could easily become addicted to her.

That gaze of hers drove him crazy. That angelic look made him believe it was true—life was giving him another chance. He was an older man, but maybe, just maybe, life would grant him a few years of peace.

After spending most of the day in bed, the couple finally got up. Fiona smiled, and something in her eyes had changed. She looked like a different woman. For the first time in decades, she felt something new—something between desire, happiness, and fulfillment.

Adam hadn’t come home that day. He had stayed at Peter’s house after going out with Alden, returning late at night, and deciding to sleep in the guest room.

That worked perfectly for Theodore and Fiona. He was determined to give her everything he could. For starters, he didn’t want her dressing the way she had been—always hidden beneath those robes. She had a beautiful body, and there was no reason to conceal it.

After breakfast, they went shopping. Time didn’t matter to Theodore. Though he wasn’t used to these things, his profession had taught him how to do them well. He took her to exclusive boutiques where Fiona felt lost, unsure of what to do, what to choose, or what to buy.

Seeing her confusion, Theodore started making suggestions, picking out outfits for her to try on. Her wide, hesitant eyes reminded him of a frightened kitten. In one of the stores, she tried on a long, floral summer dress that fit her curves perfectly. When he saw her in it, he told her to keep it on.

Nervously, she nodded. She bought matching shoes, and Theodore smiled. This was the Fiona he wanted to see—a woman free from gaudy robes.

With several bags of clothes and shoes, Theodore took her to different jewelry stores, not hesitating to select pieces that would highlight her long, delicate neck. Her dark eyes and flowing hair stood out even more when she wore those exquisite jewels.

Fiona felt overwhelmed just looking at the sheer amount of clothes, shoes, and jewelry he had bought for her. Luckily, Theodore always had two or three bodyguards with him, who carried his excessive purchases without question.

His employees weren’t surprised by his impulsive shopping—he often did the same with art. But never before had they seen him buy things for a woman. This time was different, and surprisingly, Theodore didn’t seem to care about the cost.

"My… Theodore, could we sit for a moment? I think I’m tired… Can we eat something?" Fiona asked, glancing toward an ice cream shop.

"You want ice cream?" he asked, puzzled.

"Yes… I’d like to try a different flavor—something other than chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry," she said with a hopeful look.

"If my wife wants ice cream, then ice cream she shall have." He took her hand, and they walked inside.

She chose a hazelnut gelato, and for the first time, she looked like a child—smiling, less shy. She didn’t talk much, but her face, just like in the morning, was radiant and happy.