Testing His Wife: The Billionaire's Secret

en in the middle

lderly woman's presence was overwhelming. She radiated a quiet, i

out and gently to

Eleonora said. Her voice wa

widened. She

, her voice shaking slightly. She quickly st

down gracefully. Maura s

ss the room. His ja

lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. "W

ished wooden cane and struck the che

haven't brought your wife home once. Did

He couldn't tell her he was running a psychological test on his wife t

nt rage. She turned her s

eboards, the cheap furniture, and the ab

vase held a handful of wildflowers, arranged with an el

urned back

" Eleonora asked. "I rushed over he

flushed with

in the fridge," Frieda stammered.

That sounds wonderful. I would love to

rward, his chest

"I'll take you out. There

are so lethal it made

t to eat here,

reath. Her stomach f

aid, turning and practicall

he grabbed the carton of eggs, a stick o

e counter. She closed he

he couldn't explain, a deep-rooted instinct that lived in he

ed her eyes

. She minced fresh herbs with terrifyin

bowl, added a splash of milk, and began to whisk with a steady

utter into the hot ski

and roasting bacon exploded out of the

She lifted her chin, her nostrils flaring sligh

, Frieda walked o

amic plates. She set them down

acon was arranged on the side, crisp and glistening. It looked

up and walked

he cut a small piece of the fluff

eyes flew

ooked to the exact right temperature, carrying a rich, distinct aroma of browned

e rust belt rarely had such an intuitive touch with simple ing

reached out and grabbed Fried

kfast I have ever had," Eleonora

he looked down at her shoes. "It's j

the shadows ne

n food on the plates. His chest tightened.

times. She grew up in a trailer park.

d just found a diamond in the rough.

ed his fists

. His divorce was slipping