Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 59 Covetous Glances and Forbidden Thoughts

Mouthing the name, Alaric's gaze instinctively shifted towards Galatea. Immersed in her book, she didn't notice his watchful eyes. 'All I know about Galatea's late husband is that his name was Ambrose.'

'Ambrose? It must be a coincidence,' Alaric mused, gently teasing himself, as he chuckled at his initial tension upon seeing the name.

Alaric had diligently reviewed the profiles of the six companies, and surprisingly, Far East International did indeed seem quite competitive. Gavin's personal involvement as the director demonstrated a high level of sincerity. Alaric set the papers down and glanced at the clock, realizing it was already eleven at night. He stood up, approached the bed, and gently took the book out of Galatea's hands.

"It's late. Time to get some rest," Alaric said.

Galatea had been deeply absorbed in her book and hadn't paid attention to the time, it was indeed very late.

Before Galatea could respond, Alaric carefully helped her lie down and tucked her in with the blanket.

They were in a VIP hospital suite with a dedicated caregiver's bed for Alaric to sleep on. Separated by a curtain, their nightly routine was to draw the curtain and settle into their respective beds-tonight was no different. Normally, Galatea would fall asleep early, but she wasn't feeling sleepy tonight. She turned to look at the curtain, illuminated by the light. She could see his silhouette changing his shirt, the contour of his muscular chest visibly casted upon the fabric.

Galatea kept watching, her mind drifted back to a night in the past when Ambrose had stood by the bed and taken off his shirt in a similar way.

It had been in a hotel room where she had made the crazy decision to give herself to him for the first time.

"Stellan, are you really sure about this?" Ambrose asked nervously.

"Yes, I've thought it through. Dad will agree, and the worst he can do is ground me. Let's do this!"

That's when her phone suddenly rang-it was her father. "Stellan, are you at

"No, it's just me!"

I find out that punk Ambrose is there, believe me, I'll fire him, and

here, I'm heading

night on, her father watched her

her father's approval, Ambrose worked diligently. In just four years, he became the

had worked so hard to earn her

Alaric, who stood there in nothing but

blurted out, but Alaric was already leaning over her, his hands propped beside her pillow and his body pressing

lewd thoughts while watching

if she told Alaric the truth, he'd probably strangle her in his anger.

feel speechless. Alaric's vanity knew

it. Your

Galatea fell silent.

in a hospital

"You know

stood up and walked away, leaving her to finally breathe deeply. Only then did she notice Alaric had settled

to pull the

the same bed, so why bother? From now on, the curtains stay open."

resentful of her helplessness to

appeared to be sleeping, Galatea couldn't rest. Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of him on the care bed. Usually, he would sleep after her and wake before her, so she had never seen him asleep until now. 'He seems rather peaceful,' she mused silently, 'doesn't even