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2024-09-28 07:00:55Sheila’s POV
Andrew and I walked down the stairs together, hand in hand as we headed to the dining room. Mom was waiting for us, already seated at the table with her warm smile. She saw us coming and couldn't help but tease, “You love birds have finally decided to grace us with your presence. What took you so long?” she asked teasingly. I smiled and greeted, “Good morning, Mom.” Andrew raised my hand and brought it to his lips. “I enjoy seeing the face of my lovely wife first thing in the morning before I start my day. Today I couldn't just get enough of her.” Then he turned to Mom, “Good morning, Ma.” Mom blushed like a schoolgirl when she heard Andrew's romantic response and said to him, “Good morning, dear. You both are really lucky to have each other.” Andrew pulled out a chair for me, and we sat down. The servants brought out breakfast within a few minutes, and we all starteRelated chapters
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