After getting the pack started on evening training, I cleaned myself up, asked a maid to change our sheets, and paid a visit to the palace florist.
Fiona had been working a few very long days and deserved some devoted attention. I was also hoping to give her an incentive, something to convince her to take an evening off.
I knew getting her a home work station would result in her working from home more. What I hadn’t expected was the increased workload Conrad was dumping on her while he was traveling.
Over the past few days, my pregnant fiancée had been spending up to sixteen, seventeen hours a day working, when you considered her hours at the office and her late nights at her desk combined. I was concerned about the lack of sleep. And missed her in bed.
I knew my uncle had faith in
