While she was lost in her thought, she saw him enter the walk-in closet.

Charles never undressed in front of her.

The bed was too soft, and the silk bedding felt smooth and comfortable against her skin.

Whitney fell asleep in no time.

After Charles dried his hair and emerged from the walk-in closet, he was greeted by the sight of Whitney sleeping in an unsightly manner. Half her body was outside the blanket, exposing her slender legs.

He walked over and helped Whitney with the blanket.

As her fair legs were wrapped around the blanket, he inadvertently touched her soft skin.

As if he had been electrocuted, he froze in place.

Whitney was a beauty to behold despite the way she slept.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he felt his throat going dry.

D*mn it. I actually have feelings for this woman.

Charles furrowed his brows.

His unbidden feeling overwhelmed him with guilt. This is a mistake. How could I tarnish my love for Gwendolyn over the past ten years?

“Have you forgotten that there’s another man in this room? How can you sleep so carelessly? If you were to encounter a man with ill intentions, he would have taken advantage of you tonight.”

Despite feeling displeased, Charles tucked her in tightly.

However, as soon as he turned around, the restless Whitney extended her arm outside the blanket again, looking nothing like a lady.

Charles went over and stuffed her arm back under the covers silently.

Suddenly, Whitney turned over and wrapped her arm around Charles’ neck.

A hint of guilt fleeted across his eyes. She had pushed him down onto the bed, and he found himself gazing at her sleeping face that was magnified before him.

pretending to be asleep to take advantage of me?” he muttered,

and delicate that it felt bouncy at the

with his mischievous plan.

still deep in her slumber, frowned and

messing around. I have a

heard her murmured words clearly and instantly felt

husband and

soft cheeks felt so good to the touch that

gaze landed on

soft

should feel great kissing them. She’s my wife, after all. Stealing

impulse,

Thump, thump.

accelerated as if he was doing

was about to touch her lips,

desire in them dissipated and

his advances. He rolled out of

indifferent to other women. For so

now, he actually wanted to

must be going mad. This woman is

a blanket and curled up on the couch to sleep

Whitney woke up

she had already brought breakfast from the kitchen and arranged it neatly

eggs

awake. Did you sleep

into office attire. She stood across from the

he gave off a particularly lazy and amiable

his face

difficult to turn his body on the small couch, especially since he

felt sore and numb. He did not sleep well at

stifle a giggle when she noticed the look on

a distinguished man, you’re too used to sleeping on a soft and spacious bed. It’s only normal that you find the couch too small and cramped. Let’s switch back tonight. It’s fine if I sleep

find out you’ve been sleeping on the couch. There’s no

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