Her signature dark brown hair was casually pinned up behind her head, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate collarbones.
Without the heavy red-carpet makeup, she seemed less sharply sexy now, replaced by a languid, gentle softness suited to home.
Her world-famous full lips curved slightly upward, her eyes brimming with laughter.
"You're back, my champion." Julie's voice carried its distinctive huskiness, sexy and captivating.
Li Fei took off his coat and casually handed it to the approaching butler. Then he stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around Julie's waist from behind, resting his chin in the hollow of her shoulder. He drew in a deep breath of her hair's fragrance, mingled with the aroma of food, and the nerves he had kept taut all night instantly relaxed.
"Smells good. Let me guess—Australian Wagyu?" he said softly, his warm breath brushing Julie's ear.
"M9 grade, with black truffles and a sauce reduced with port."
Julie turned her head slightly, her full lips nearly touching Li Fei's cheek. "And there's cream-baked lobster and asparagus salad, just how you like them. Go wash your hands, or the steak will get cold."
Li Fei released her, kissed her cheek, and headed for the restroom.
In the spacious dining room, only two place settings sat on the long mahogany table. Delicate silver knives and forks reflected a soft glow beneath the crystal chandelier.
It formed a stark contrast to the thunderous frenzy inside Madison Square Garden—one was the center of the world, while the other was a world belonging to just two people.
Li Fei changed into comfortable loungewear and took his seat. Julie had already poured him half a glass of Romanee-Conti from Burgundy.
The deep crimson wine swayed gently in the glass, releasing a rich fruity bouquet.
"I saw what you said