Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 300

Chloe's eyes lit up instantly. "Then you absolutely have to prepare something special! Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Wait, you guys are practically newlyweds. This is the honeymoon phase..."

Nora nodded, her face burning. "I do want to surprise him with something..."

Chloe giggled wickedly. "I know the perfect boutique. They have exactly what you need..."

"Like what?"

"A bunny girl outfit. A little lingerie set with rabbit ears and a fluffy little tail."

Chloe waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "You put that on, and your husband is going to absolutely lose his mind. With your tiny waist, stunning curves, and luminous skin... throwing a bunny outfit into the mix? Damn, just thinking about it gives me a nosebleed!"

"..."

Nora's face was practically radiating heat, but Chloe didn't give her a chance to argue, physically dragging her toward the boutique.

Nora's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

She genuinely wanted to give him an unforgettable surprise.

But that man practically owned the world. No matter how much she racked her brain, the only thing she could possibly offer him...

Was herself.

...

Meanwhile, halfway across the world in a five-star hotel in Port Victoria.

Hudson stood in front of the steamy bathroom mirror, methodically shaving his jaw.

He was wearing nothing but a low-slung towel wrapped around his waist, putting his heavily muscled chest and razor-sharp abs on full display.

After finishing his shave, he splashed water over his face and inspected his reflection for any missed spots. Satisfied, he patted his skin dry with a plush towel. Reaching for a sleek bottle on the counter, he spritzed a dash of cologne onto his pulse points.

The crisp, masculine scent of pine instantly filled the room, blending flawlessly with the minty notes of his body wash to create an intoxicating, deeply authoritative aura.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

It was a text from Archer.

[Boss, the car is waiting downstairs. We can roll out whenever you're ready.]

Hudson fired back a quick 'Understood,' tossed his phone onto the bed, and walked over to the sprawling walk-in closet.

A pristine row of freshly pressed suits and dress shirts hung inside.

A white shirt?

No, too corporate.

He settled on a rich, black silk button-down, methodically fastening the buttons one by one.

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