Chapter 94

Harry’s POV

The lounge was filled with low-toned murmurs of men and women going over their presentations. Yet here I was, relaxing and sipping my coffee on the couch because my wife prepared everything flawlessly. I merely needed to skim through the outline and summaries she made. All she left for me was to present.

I’m sure she’ll be busy right now, so I can’t just call her. I took out my phone and stared at my screensaver to suffice the longing. It was our first picture together, the one we used to create the gossip and announcement of our marriage. She looked so shy and delicate, cozied and curled up on my lap. But her face didn’t quite show here.

I opened my gallery and scrolled through our pictures. Some from our dinner dates, our honeymoon, and our wedding. Most of them were scripted for publicity—fake, in a way. But looking at these now, it doesn’t feel like that at all. I was with her, and these were true moments that we had together.

“I miss y