When the Contract Marriage Ended, He Stayed

Chapter 95: You Had a Wet Dream

Hazel Hawthorne was supremely confident—a self-assurance no one could shatter. Aiden Xavier knew her well. Responding now would only make Hazel push her luck and grow cockier. He opted for complete silence, letting her think whatever she pleased.

When Aiden ignored her, Hazel lost interest. She had no desire to keep making a fool of herself.

Hazel thought she was used to seeing Aiden in his casual, at-home state and was therefore immune to his looks. But she had clearly overestimated her resistance. The moment Aiden appeared, her jaw dropped.

Aiden walked up to Hazel and snorted, as if mocking her for being so easily impressed.

Hazel was too angry to speak. But who could she blame? She was the one who’d failed to control her expression, letting herself be captivated by him.

Lying in bed, Hazel couldn’t stop thinking about how Aiden had looked just now. ’He’s so handsome I can barely breathe. I’m not some boy-crazy fangirl, but this is Aiden! I don’t want to be like this!’

Especially with Aiden sleeping right next to her. He had clearly used her body wash, yet the scent on him seemed completely different from when she used it. It was even more pleasant, like rosemary, making her want to inch closer to him.

’Who’s the real pervert here?’ The answer was now crystal clear.

Hazel cursed herself internally, but her eyes and her mind were uncontrollably drawn to Aiden. She even started imagining his strong body, which radiated an irresistible charm from head to toe.

’How shameful.’ Hazel clutched the blanket, lightly tapping her chest with a small fist. ’So pathetic. To think I let Aiden get to me.’

In the middle of the night, Hazel unconsciously leaned against Aiden. Her small movements woke him up. He saw her restless little hands roaming all over his body, while her eyes remained tightly shut.

’Is Hazel having a wet dream?’

The thought popped into Aiden’s head. Her expression was enough to make his imagination run wild, to say nothing of her restless hands constantly caressing his chest. He grabbed her hand to stop her. He was a healthy man; if she kept this up, he was bound to react.

Her hand restrained, Hazel grumbled, pouting as she rolled over and hugged Aiden directly. Her face, turned towards his, was a picture of unsatisfied desire.

Aiden wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, afraid he might wake her. If she woke up, he wouldn’t get to enjoy watching her like this.

「The next day.」

her and could still feel the warmth he’d left behind. She hugged the blanket tightly, her legs clamping around it. She seemed to have

I dreamed about Aiden...

recalled the dream, the more her shame grew. ’Why do

herself while feeling frustrated, questioning why she would have a wet dream, especially one

quickly tidied herself up. Downstairs, she found Aiden at the dining table, eating breakfast while reading the morning’s financial paper. She snuck a glance at him but

I’ll die of

at him. He knew why, but

wasn’t looking at you! What are you

you. If you want to look, just look openly. I never said you

said I was looking at you? I was clearly looking at the

next words made her spray the mouthful of

last night?

milk sprayed all over Aiden. He shot up, glaring at Hazel with fury. "What are you

last night?" Hazel asked in disbelief. She admitted to herself that she’d

the newspaper aside, preparing to change his clothes. Hearing Hazel’s question, he turned back and said with a completely serious face, "Yes.

you, I didn’t sleep well at all

see that she’d had a wet dream. She had no idea how to face him now that

was upstairs changing, Hazel didn’t dare wait to leave with him. She took a sip of milk, ate nothing, grabbed her bag, and fled as

saw Hazel’s hasty retreat, and the corners of his mouth

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listless at work all day. Even when she saw Sharon Winters back at her desk, she just greeted her spiritlessly, accepted Sharon’s enthusiastic hug,

happy to see me

"It’s not that."

how happy I was when HR called me to come back to work. I thought I’d never be this close to my idol again. I really have to

this." Hazel rested her head on the desk, speaking listlessly. "Chloe Lee was targeting

why are you so down so early in the morning?" Sharon reached out and touched Hazel’s forehead. "You don’t have a fever. Why

as red as a baboon’s behind. She mentally kicked herself, trying to force herself not to think

look in his eyes.

me. If you’re sick,

"I’m fine. Let’s just get