The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 736

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.

Are you pretending to be asleep to take advantage of me?” he muttered, then retaliated by reaching out and pinching her cheek

and delicate that it felt bouncy

with his

her slumber, frowned

around. I have

her murmured words clearly

knows she has a husband and

to the touch that

gaze landed on her rosy

soft and

great kissing them. She’s my wife, after all. Stealing a kiss isn’t

a strange impulse,

Thump, thump.

accelerated as if he

he was about to touch her lips, he stopped

opened his eyes. The desire in them dissipated and was replaced

recalling something, he abruptly stopped his advances. He rolled out of bed, distanced

For so

now, he actually wanted to kiss

be going mad. This woman is

blanket and curled up on the couch to sleep for

morning, Whitney

brought breakfast from the kitchen and arranged it neatly

marvelous scent of fried eggs

you’re awake. Did you sleep well

into office attire. She stood across from the coffee table and cocked her head sideways to

appeared groggy. With his short, disheveled hair, he gave off a particularly

his face

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

felt sore and numb. He did not sleep well at

stifle a giggle when she noticed the look on his face, knowing that he

couch too small and cramped. Let’s switch back tonight. It’s fine if I sleep on

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 not some distinguished man.

wearing a formal black suit and a tight-fitting pencil skirt that accentuated her slender waist. Her blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving her

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