Adrian was a man who had her taste of the world and the women that came along with it. By no means, had he ever abstained in any way. However, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen was someone he can proudly call his wife.
Joyce Adrian Murphy the most beautiful woman in the world in his eyes, and there was no one who could argue and win against that.
He would shoot the fucker in the head if anyone ever questioned that. There was no one in the world that was more beautiful than Joyce. She was his joy.
It did not matter to him, whether his wife was smiling with the small crinkles at the end of her eyes and her laugh lines becoming more prominent, or whether she was just sleeping peacefully without any emotions on her face, she was still the most beautiful woman.