Chapter 1918

Charmine could not shake off the memory of how Anthony always evaded moments of true intimacy.

Did he...have an 'illness' or something?

If he was healthy, he would not be able to hold back his desire for so long. He stopped her halfway through every time they were so close to consummating their marriage.

Was the guilt in his eyes reflecting the guilt he felt toward her, that he could not please her?

Charmine was more certain of her guess.

She frowned. Since when did he have such an illness?

Why did he not tell her earlier?

Charmine resolutely removed the blanket off of her frame.

speak to Anthony, wanting to tell him that he

got out of the room, she thought of

adult man. If she said this to him in front of his face, would

this was a

not like stopping

if she exposed the wound he had been trying to hide and splash

thought about it and scratched off the thought from her mind. Eyeing the lit-up

him in the future and made

turned around for a long while and waited until midnight, when the

felt a presence beside her and was pulled into a

as if she was sleeping. She hugged him instinctively and

arms, and a smile

her hair behind her ear. Following that, he lowered his head to plant a gentle

fell asleep happily with his wife in his

awake when the maids had woken up to

the butler called out to her, "Ms. Annabel, it's

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