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.

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

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

himself unable to carry on with his

frowned and unconsciously

around. I have a

her murmured words clearly and instantly

she knows she has a husband and must keep

so good to the touch

gaze landed on

looked soft

wife, after all. Stealing a kiss isn’t a

impulse,

Thump, thump.

accelerated as if he was doing

as he was about to touch her lips, he

eyes. The desire in them

something, he abruptly stopped his advances. He rolled out of bed, distanced himself from Whitney, and went

celibacy for Gwendolyn had made him indifferent to other women. For so many years, he

now, he actually wanted

mad. This woman is

in a blanket and curled up on the couch to sleep

morning, Whitney woke

woke up, she had already brought breakfast from the kitchen and

fried eggs and

Did you

already changed into office attire. She stood across from the coffee table and

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

face

on the small couch, especially since he was used to sleeping

back felt sore and numb. He

failed to stifle a giggle when she noticed the look on his face, knowing

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

when 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 not some distinguished man. I’ll get used to sleeping on the couch in a

wearing a formal black suit and a tight-fitting pencil skirt that accentuated her slender

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