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!"

she tightly gripped the sheets and closed her eyes, nerves kicking in for the first time. That's when her phone suddenly rang-it was her father. "Stellan, are you at the Silver Star Hotel right

"No, it's just me!"

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

here, I'm

her father watched

four years, he became the vice president and

worked so hard to earn her

stood there in nothing but his

his hands propped beside her pillow and his body

watching

She accidentally thought of her ex-boyfriend, but if she told Alaric the truth, he'd probably strangle her in his anger. "Lusting

help but feel speechless.

deny it. Your body

Galatea fell silent.

I'm lying here in a hospital bed, weak,"

a sly smile, "You know what's on

walked away, leaving her to finally breathe deeply. Only then did she notice Alaric had settled onto the adjacent

going to pull the

same bed, so why bother? From now on, the curtains stay open." After saying this, Alaric closed

Galatea cursed under her breath, resentful of her helplessness to

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