Chapter 215 Suspect
Clara and Thea huddled close together, their voices dropping to a hushed whisper as they exchanged secretive glances.
Whatever they were planning, they clearly wanted it to remain between the two of them.
Yet despite their caution, Riley could hear every word effortlessly, his divine sense picking up their conversation as if they were speaking right beside him.
He didn't interrupt. Instead, a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.
"The future's looking bright for me," he murmured with a light chuckle, reclining lazily in his chair as the warm ocean breeze played through his hair.
He deliberately tuned them out after that—he preferred to let the surprise come naturally.
Just the knowledge that Thea, graceful and seductive as ever, would soon be offering herself to him willingly was enough to leave him content and buzzing with anticipation.
The beach getaway had gone exactly as he had hoped.
A few days of sun, laughter, and intimacy with the women he cherished had rejuvenated him more than any cultivation technique ever could.
The soft crash of the waves, the warmth of the sand beneath their feet, and the scent of salt and sunscreen hung in the air as Riley spent the afternoon swimming and playing with his wives.
Clara splashed him with a teasing grin, Katherine clung to his back as he carried her through the shallow water, and even the normally reserved Fay allowed herself a rare, carefree laugh.
For a moment, it was easy to forget the weight of his responsibilities and enemies.