Chapter 41 Mrs. Carvalho

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Matheus


Married life suited him far too well.

Honestly, it was almost embarrassing how quickly he adapted to having Briar beside him constantly.

Waking up beside her.

Eating meals with her.

Listening to her random stories while she worked.

Holding her hand without even thinking about it anymore.

And somehow—

every single day still felt new.

Still exciting.

Still unreal.

Currently, Matheus stood quietly at the doorway of the temporary office Briar had set up inside one of the villa rooms.

And once again—

his wife had completely forgotten he existed.

Because she was working.

Focused Briar was dangerous.

She sat at the desk surrounded by wedding catalogs, fabric samples, flowers, ribbons, and her laptop while discussing future client schedules through a video call.

Professional.

Elegant.

Passionate.

And honestly?

Matheus found it unbelievably attractive.

"You need to finalize the floral suppliers before Friday," Briar instructed calmly through the screen.

Then she paused.

"No, not the white orchids. The bride specifically requested ivory roses with peonies."

Her assistant immediately apologized from the other side.

Briar only smiled reassuringly.

"It's okay. Just update the proposal before tomorrow."


The woman handled stress beautifully.

Matheus crossed both arms while leaning quietly against the doorway.

Watching her.

Admiring her.

And honestly?

He could stay there forever doing exactly this.

Eventually, Briar noticed him.

Her expression instantly softened.

"There's my husband," she said naturally before muting the microphone briefly.

Good Lord.

That simple sentence still destroyed him emotionally.

"What are you doing there?" she asked smiling.

"Admiring my wife."

Briar laughed softly.

"You're distracting me again."

"That's my purpose in life now."

She shook her head while trying unsuccessfully to hide her smile.

Then she unmuted the call again and continued discussing wedding details professionally.

Still—

every few seconds, her eyes automatically drifted back toward him.

And honestly?

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