The Breaking Point of Love

The Scent of 88

Celeste was shocked and at a loss for words. She felt a little awkward but was not overly flustered.

After all, they were husband and wife, and over the years, they had done what married couples do plenty of times. Though she had always hoped Trevor would fall in love with her, she had never deliberately seduced him.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about it–she simply believed it wouldn’t work on him, so she had never acted

on the idea.

That was why she usually wore loose, collared, two–piece pajama sets at home.

The one she had on now was one such set–oversized and long enough that, even without pajama pants, it didn’t seem too revealing.

She had no intention of seducing him.

Still, to avoid any misunderstanding, she explained, “I just forgot to grab my pants.

Celeste was confident that her loose–fitting top, with its long hem, wasn’t revealing.

But she had overlooked something–her figure was naturally well–proportioned, with smooth curves in all the right places. The high–low cut of the shirt–shorter in the front and longer in the back–accentuated her long, fair legs. At certain angles, the lower hemline subtly hinted at areas that left little to the imagination.

she had just finished showering, so her skin looked fresh and

was similar to that of a man’s dress shirt worn by a

was even more enticing than

to her words, glanced at her twice, then looked away. His tone was indifferent as he

a quiet breath of relief. Without

she returned, now fully dressed, Trevor was still

glancing at him once, she passed by and sat at the

grabbed his clothes, and went into the

so after finishing her skincare routine, Celeste

bed with Trevor at Fleming Manor,

complicated, with the weight of his earlier promise still lingering in

for quite some time,

had finished his

the lights and lay down on the other side of the

but she

no intention of speaking to her,

her thoughts faded, and