After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 378

Aberdeen City, 1 year prior _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Inside a high-end hotel room penthouse, something of a special occasion was being held.

This could be seen in how the dim candlelight lit the room in a soft glow, how the soft sound of classical music hummed in the background, and how well-decorated the room itself was.

There were even flower petals splayed all over the floor, on the cushions, and on the bed—their scent occupying the senses of the couple in the room.

All this, with the beautiful backdrop of the beautiful city below, made for an incredibly intimate ambiance.

Other than these, the couple also dressed themselves well, showing the importance of the occasion to them.

Althea wore a beautiful emerald evening gown that matched her eyes. It was a beautiful art piece of silk and lace. It was one of her more expensive dresses that her mother bought with her a few weeks back.

Her auburn hair was curled today, giving her a different look than usual, and adding a bit more softness to her.

She was also wearing some of the shiny jewelry he gave her—one beautiful necklace that framed her swan neck, a set of pretty earrings that made her face shimmer and, of course, their now-one-year-old wedding ring—combined, making her even more ethereal than usual.

Garan, on the other hand, wore a suit with an undershirt with a light shade of lime. He also wore special cufflinks that Althea gave him during an anniversary they had as girlfriend and boyfriend back then.

It was very different from the monotonous colors he usually wore and he was an incredibly handsome picture of sophistication.

They stared at each other’s eyes, warmth oozing out of their orbs.

In between them were several plates of wonderful-looking food. Garan himself cooked the meal using the built-in kitchen in the suite, and they were absolutely a feast for the eyes.

He cooked a mix of fancy dishes as well as Althea’s simpler favorites. Among others, there were Caprese salad slices of ripe tomatoes and mozzarella arranged in a beautiful platter, dressed in balsamic reduction. Althea really liked salads, and she liked to eat them in different mixes and sauces.

There was also a succulent lobster tail bathed in garlic butter. It paired perfectly with his seared fillet mignon. It was very savory and filling, each flavorful bite satisfying to consume.

Along with these, there were many viands accompanied by a medley of roasted vegetables, completing the meal.

Of course, everything was wrapped in a carefully chosen bottle of red wine. He bought the sweeter kind, as Althea liked. He also knew the velvety texture of the wine enhanced both the flavor of the food and the atmosphere.

"Time to eat~" she said, smiling, and he nodded, smiling back.

It was a wonderful dinner and they talked about various good memories. In retrospect, each one of the other’s best memories had the other there.

Soon, their dinner wrapped and they started eating their sweets.

The dessert was chocolate fondue. Next to it was a platter of fruits dipped in chocolate. They looked very succulent, each bite promising a sweet symphony of taste.

Althea loved milk chocolate the most. And although Garan wasn’t particularly fond of sweets, he didn’t mind eating them with Althea.

He particularly liked tasting them when he took them straight from her mouth.

Tonight naturally was no exception.

"Hmm…"

Some time later, the two found themselves out of the table and onto the sitting area. At this time, Garan was hungrily tasting all that dessert from his wife’s mouth, his tongue passionately exploring the inside of her mouth.

Her arms wrapped tightly around him as he rested part of his weight on her, feeling her softness as he plundered her lips.

He parted from her lips and kissed her cheeks, moving wet traces on the side of her face, her ears, and down her neck. She arched her body to give him better access to her neck, and he ate her up with more hunger every time he heard her moan.

But when she heard the rustles of clothes getting taken off, Althea immediately snapped out of it.

She patted her husband’s back to stop him from going lower, and she had to pull his hair a bit when he misunderstood the gesture as asking for more.

"Later! I want to give my gift now!"

Garan blinked, as if blinking away the lust, and remembered that he too had a gift he was looking forward to giving her.

She used this dazed moment to escape from his hold and went to her bag, cutely scooting back to his side with a smile on her face.

"Happy anniversary!!" She said, handing him a small box just larger than his hands.

Garan smiled and looked at the meticulously wrapped package tied with a satin ribbon.

He slowly unraveled it and his eyes brightened in admiration at what was inside.

His wife gave him a bespoke Swiss knife, made of platinum, alloyed with a couple of other very valuable metals.

It was expertly contoured to fit his hand, very ergonomic. He looked at her curiously, wondering how she did it, then he recalled she made him place a handprint on a plaster of Paris mold, saying it was for a project.

He never questioned her, but he should’ve known she was planning something.

His lips twitched upwards as he released the razor-sharp blade and stood up, expertly starting to manipulate it so she could admire it (note: him) at a safe distance.