Chapter 114 Sharing the Same Bed, Mutual Infatuation

"No need..." Emily muttered.

She wanted to refuse, but Michael cut her off.

"Emily, we're still married. Why the rush to sleep in separate rooms?" Michael asked.

"Seriously, no need," Emily insisted.

"You take the left, I'll take the right. I won't touch you," Michael said.

"But really, no need," Emily repeated.

Her mind went blank.

"Emily, my patience has limits. Are you playing hard to get?" Michael asked.

"I'm not that bored," Emily shot back.

"Then just sleep here. I promise not to touch you. I have an early meeting tomorrow," Michael said.

"Fine, whatever," Emily sighed.

Honestly, she didn't want to agree.

But the room was pitch black, and in the silence, every sense was heightened. Michael's warm body was pressed against her, his breath on her forehead.

Emily couldn't stand it! This ambiguous atmosphere was unbearable. If it kept up, something was bound to happen!

So she decided to follow Michael's suggestion-one would sleep on the left side, and the other on the right. But there was only one blanket, which bugged Emily. "I'll grab another blanket from the guest room," Emily said.

"No," Michael replied.

"Why not?" Emily asked.

"Who knows what's on those guest room blankets? I can't have that touching me. Emily, if we're sharing a bed, consider my feelings," Michael said.

"I..." Emily was speechless again.

but

off her shoes, and

"Emily," Michael called.

"What now?" Emily snapped.

shower before

"I..." Emily sighed.

but

that, she was exhausted, her eyelids heavy, her

wanted

and walked

Emily screamed, startling Michael.

are you screaming?" Michael

What

drying your

in

when

at a loss for

lost

him, she could only comfort herself with the thought of their impending divorce, muttering, "Yeah, I don't care. We're getting divorced soon, so I don't

turned around, looking at Emily in bed

freaked out by

"What... what are you doing? Weren't

the ring on Emily's

ring was very

one his grandmother had given

was very significant to Michael. But now,

to you?"

his narrow waist and his firm hips. As for what Michael just asked, she didn't

"What?" Emily said.

your drool," Michael

not drooling,"

Emily in such a lovestruck

like this now, he found her somewhat cute, and her slightly flushed face made him feel a bit parched, recalling the two times he

have such thoughts

bathroom, washing away his desire

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