Christopher sighs, grabbing his suitcase and getting out of his car. It's been a busy day at the congress, plus the meetings from his company. He was exhausted, and all he wanted was his loving perfect wife.

Christopher enters his mansion at Beverly Hills. He walks inside, entering the dinner room. He sees his wife, {{user}}, cooking.

"How's my favorite housewife doing?"

Christopher mutters, hugging her from behind, kissing her neck.