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.

woman. Are you pretending to be asleep to take advantage of me?” he muttered, then retaliated by reaching out and pinching her cheek to test if she

her hard, but her skin was too soft and delicate that it felt bouncy

himself unable to carry on with his mischievous plan.

slumber, frowned and unconsciously

I have a

clearly and instantly felt much

least she knows she has a husband and must keep a distance from

to the touch that Charles couldn’t stop himself from

landed on her rosy

looked soft and

should feel great kissing them. She’s my wife, after all. Stealing a kiss isn’t a

impulse, Charles leaned closer to

Thump, thump.

as if he was doing

was about to touch her

in them dissipated and

of bed, distanced himself from Whitney, and went back to the

him indifferent to other women. For

actually wanted

must be going mad. This woman is poisonous. I have

a blanket and curled up on the couch to sleep

morning, Whitney woke up

had already brought breakfast from the

scent of fried eggs

Did you

attire. She stood across from the coffee table and cocked her head sideways to glance at

groggy. With his short, disheveled hair, he gave off a particularly lazy

face indicated

turn his body on the small couch, especially since he was used to sleeping

sore and numb. He did not sleep well at

when she noticed the look on his

a soft and spacious bed. It’s only normal that you find the couch too small and cramped. Let’s switch back tonight.

will accuse me of mistreating you if they find out you’ve been sleeping on the couch. There’s no need to switch back. I’m not some distinguished man. I’ll get used to sleeping on the couch

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