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

her skin was too soft and delicate that it felt bouncy at the slightest

with his

slumber, frowned and unconsciously brushed his hand

around. I have

her murmured words clearly and instantly felt

has a husband

to the touch that Charles

landed on her

looked soft

them. She’s my wife,

a strange impulse, Charles leaned closer

Thump, thump.

if he was

as he was about to touch her lips,

The desire in

stopped his advances. He rolled out of bed, distanced himself from Whitney, and

women. For so

now, he actually wanted to kiss

be going mad. This woman is poisonous.

blanket and curled up

next morning, Whitney woke

Charles woke up, she had already brought breakfast from the kitchen and arranged it neatly on the

fried eggs and

Did you sleep well

office attire. She stood across from the coffee table

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

face indicated

to turn his body on the small couch, especially since he was used to

numb. He did not

look on his face, knowing that he was

a soft and spacious bed. It’s only normal that you find the couch too small and

very pleasant 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

that accentuated her slender waist. Her blonde hair was tied in a high

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