While she was lost in her thought, she saw him enter the walk-in closet.

Charles never undressed in front of her.

The bed was too soft, and the silk bedding felt smooth and comfortable against her skin.

Whitney fell asleep in no time.

After Charles dried his hair and emerged from the walk-in closet, he was greeted by the sight of Whitney sleeping in an unsightly manner. Half her body was outside the blanket, exposing her slender legs.

He walked over and helped Whitney with the blanket.

As her fair legs were wrapped around the blanket, he inadvertently touched her soft skin.

As if he had been electrocuted, he froze in place.

Whitney was a beauty to behold despite the way she slept.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he felt his throat going dry.

D*mn it. I actually have feelings for this woman.

Charles furrowed his brows.

His unbidden feeling overwhelmed him with guilt. This is a mistake. How could I tarnish my love for Gwendolyn over the past ten years?

“Have you forgotten that there’s another man in this room? How can you sleep so carelessly? If you were to encounter a man with ill intentions, he would have taken advantage of you tonight.”

Despite feeling displeased, Charles tucked her in tightly.

However, as soon as he turned around, the restless Whitney extended her arm outside the blanket again, looking nothing like a lady.

Charles went over and stuffed her arm back under the covers silently.

Suddenly, Whitney turned over and wrapped her arm around Charles’ neck.

A hint of guilt fleeted across his eyes. She had pushed him down onto the bed, and he found himself gazing at her sleeping face that was magnified before him.

to be asleep to take advantage of me?” he muttered, then retaliated by reaching out and pinching

too soft and delicate that it felt bouncy at the slightest pressure. Her skin was so fair that it would go red

carry on with his mischievous plan. Instead, he

her slumber, frowned and unconsciously

I

clearly and instantly felt much

has a husband and must keep a

felt so good to the touch that Charles couldn’t stop himself from pinching

landed on her rosy

looked soft and

great kissing them. She’s my wife, after all. Stealing

a strange impulse, Charles

Thump, thump.

as if

about to touch her lips, he

eyes. The desire in them

of bed, distanced himself from Whitney, and went back to the

Gwendolyn had made him indifferent to other women. For so many years, he had felt nothing

actually wanted

is poisonous. I have

he wrapped himself in a blanket and curled up on the couch to sleep

morning, Whitney woke up

had already brought breakfast from the kitchen and arranged it neatly on the

of fried eggs

Did you sleep well last

She stood across from the coffee table and cocked her head sideways to

groggy. With his short, disheveled hair, he gave

his face

especially since he was used to sleeping on the wide and spacious bed

He did

look on his face,

spacious bed. It’s only normal that you find the couch too small and cramped. Let’s switch back tonight. It’s fine if I sleep on the couch.

he said, “Lucas and Jasmine will accuse me of mistreating you if they find out you’ve been sleeping on the couch. There’s no need to switch back. I’m

eyed Whitney’s attire. She was wearing a formal black suit and a tight-fitting pencil skirt that accentuated her slender waist. Her blonde hair was tied in

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