The Breaking Point of Love

Celeste was shocked and at a loss for words. She felt a little awkward but was not overly flustered.

After all, they were husband and wife, and over the years, they had done what married couples do plenty of times. Though she had always hoped Trevor would fall in love with her, she had never deliberately seduced him.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about it–she simply believed it wouldn’t work on him, so she had never acted

on the idea.

That was why she usually wore loose, collared, two–piece pajama sets at home.

The one she had on now was one such set–oversized and long enough that, even without pajama pants, it didn’t seem too revealing.

She had no intention of seducing him.

Still, to avoid any misunderstanding, she explained, “I just forgot to grab my pants.

Celeste was confident that her loose–fitting top, with its long hem, wasn’t revealing.

But she had overlooked something–her figure was naturally well–proportioned, with smooth curves in all the right places. The high–low cut of the shirt–shorter in the front and longer in the back–accentuated her long, fair legs. At certain angles, the lower hemline subtly hinted at areas that left little to the imagination.

her skin looked fresh and glowing, and her face

that of

more

looked away. His tone was indifferent

breath of relief. Without another word,

now fully dressed, Trevor was

talk about. After glancing at him once, she passed by and

clothes, and went into

late, so after finishing her skincare routine, Celeste got into

at Fleming Manor,

the weight of his earlier promise still

lay awake for quite some time,

his shower

and lay down on the other

open her eyes, but she could sense the distance between

of speaking to her,

faded, and she drifted into