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!"

her head up

Shawn went straight to grab the hem of her dress

only felt the cloth rubbing against her delicate

Shawn's callused fingertips were already holding her

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

up and landed

only I have seen, touched, and

was deeply in love,

was where Gale was

He always remembered.

You can't let me love you. I'm not allowed to touch a hair of yours, and you treat me like this... Galey,

his hands pressed hard on her

wiping her waist with his fingertips, back and

wanted to wipe it clean, wipe

had not touched it yet, but he just felt

Shawn, you hurt

she cried out in pain

disheveled at this

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