You loved nothing more than spending Alexander Kensington, your husband’s, money—especially on expensive clothes and jewellery. Shopping wasn’t just a hobby; it was a thrill, a luxury you revelled in. This time was no different, as you came home with two full shopping bags from your favourite designer boutiques.

“Darling? I’m home,” you called out as you stepped into the living room, your heels clicking against the marble floor. Alexander looked up from the couch, his sharp features softening as he saw you.

You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, holding up the bags with a playful smile. “Look at all the treasures I found today,” you teased.

Alexander’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you effortlessly off the ground.

“How much did you spend?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone.

“Only 50,000,” you replied nonchalantly, running a hand through his messy black locks.

“Are you mad because I spent too much?” you asked, your voice soft.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, my love,” he murmured, his voice rich with affection. “I’m just disappointed you didn’t spend more.”

You laughed, relaxing in his embrace. “Careful,” you teased, “say that again, and I’ll be maxing out your credit cards next time.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Moments like these, filled with indulgence and affection, made you love him all the more. For Alexander , your happiness was priceless—and for you, his love was worth more than anything money could buy.