Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Shawn wrapped his arms around Gale's waist, led her into the office, and ordered sternly, "No one is allowed in without my permission!"

Fiona replied, "Yes, Sir."

She glanced at Gale secretly and found that she did not make a sound or resist and was at the mercy of Shawn.

Fiona closed the door gently and stood guard at the door.

Shawn's face was extremely gloomy. He walked to the sofa, pressed Gale's shoulders and asked her to sit down.

Then he said, "Take it off yourself, or I will."

Only then did Gale return to her senses and look up at him. "Take off? Take off what?"

"Clothes. If you can show Aurum, why can't you show me?" Shawn met her gaze.

Gale raised her hand and touched her waist.

"Shawn, don't make trouble out of nothing for no reason. I'm not that kind of woman, and Aurum won't do anything beyond that!" She frowned.

His tone was cold and firm. "Can you take it off?"

Gale's stubborn temper also came up. "Just, no!"

head up

to grab the hem of her

the cloth rubbing against her delicate skin, which

next second, Shawn's callused fingertips were already holding her

secret place, Galey...how can you show it to other men? How

fingers gradually moved up and landed on

only I have seen, touched, and

was deeply in love, he kissed

was where Gale

He always remembered.

treat me like this... Galey, you hurt me so deeply!" Shawn asked over and over again, leaning forward, bending

his hands pressed

fingertips, back and forth, feeling... Aurum saw it here. It was

wanted to wipe it clean, wipe away

Aurum had not touched it yet, but he just felt

you hurt

pain several times,

looked disheveled at this

it hung loosely around Gale's waist. From Shawn's perspective, it was