About five minutes later, Tegan returned from the backyard.

She was wearing a light gray wool coat and carrying a large bouquet of fresh flowers, which were all picked from the garden and looking vibrant.

Margaret had already brought a vase the size of a large bowl.

“Are you done with work?” Tegan asked Lorian the same way any newlywed wife would do. Her tone was warm and polite.

Her politeness seemed a bit too formal in Lorian's eyes. He watched her as she arranged the flowers she had picked. Her overall demeanor was excellent. She radiated a gentle and warm aura.

Lorian couldn’t help but recall the previous night.

It had been their wedding night. Although he was drunk, he was not oblivious. He remembered every detail of their intimate moments. It was Tegan’s first time. She had tightly bitten down on his shoulder blade when he thrust into her.

At that instant, Lorian had a fleeting moment of distraction.

However, he was craving sex. So, he didn’t spare her any tendernes