My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 875

At that moment, the air became silent.

Sophia paused midway as she bent over to collect the boxer shorts while Michael froze when he opened the door.

She was unsure of what to do anymore. Should I call him a ‘hooligan’ and chase him out? Or, should I just forget about the shorts? If I go along with the plan, I’ll have to take them off later anyway, won’t I?

On the other hand, he waited for her reaction because he had to plan accordingly. I’ll retreat if she advances, but I’ll move forward if she takes a step back. I’ll admit defeat if she gets angry, but I’ll make my move if isn’t angry!

After a long and deafening silence, she calmly picked up the pair of shorts. “Are you back?”

He was stumped, but he reacted swiftly as best as he could. “Yeah, I’m back.”

The two of them acted as if nothing happened. Michael entered the suite while closing the door behind him. Then, he placed his briefcase down on the floor while speaking, “Get ready and we’ll head out for dinner.”

Carmen was also wearing Michael’s pullover shirt. She was walking around the room with bare feet and her tiny feet were reddened before she grabbed her husky bag to get ready for dinner.

Sophia hesitated at the mention of heading out for a meal. “Are we going out now? However, I don’t feel like going out. How do I head out dressed like this…”

Upon paying closer attention, she sounded as if she was coyly saying that. Michael glanced at her clothing and realized that she was wearing his white shirt as her pajamas, exposing her snowy-white legs.

 

Michael took out his phone while dialing a number. “In that case, I’ll get them to send room service,” he answered.

He ordered their meals and demanded for a female server to deliver it to the room.

 

to the bathroom

had her beauty sleep. Michael prepared a child’s bed for her and it even came with a mosquito netting to keep the mosquitoes

he switched off the lights and closed

she saw that Michael had asked someone to clear the meal. Furthermore, the couch in the living room had been spread out, revealing it to be

played some music. He had switched on the romantic aromatherapy

he excitedly patted

loose on

champagne flutes. The two of them enjoyed some champagne while watching television to get into

flutes of champagne, Sophia started to feel tipsy and her cheeks were slightly flushed. She was breathing heavily and throwing coquettish glances

not be proactive since women should be reserved. However, she somehow felt weakened when she tried to push him away. Then, after she moaned for a while, she stopped

that it was a wonderful feeling—there was a tremor in her brain as she felt a wave of heat surging in her body and

was in Africa, Quinton never laid a finger on her or teased her. He would hold her to sleep at night because Stanley had maimed him all those years ago. Quinton knew that he would never be

her memory, everything seemed new whereas her body felt that it was familiar.

her lips. He was lost in the sensation of her smooth and sleek skin, but he was patient because he wanted her to

its petals to scatter them over

“Here, chica. Allow me to introduce an old friend to you. You might have forgotten all about it, but I am sure

the ‘old friend’ that he was referring to, so she rolled

added, “Here, please greet the old partner. After all, you two haven’t met

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