Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 736

Chapter 736 Stealing A Kiss

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.

“You foolish woman. Are you pretending to be asleep to take advantage of me?” he muttered, then retaliated by reaching out and pinching her cheek to test if she was truly asleep.

He had wanted to pinch her 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 touch.

Charles found himself unable to carry on with his mischievous plan. Instead, he lightly pinched her cheek twice.

Whitney, still deep in her slumber, frowned and unconsciously brushed his hand away.

“Stop messing around. I have a husband...”

Charles heard her murmured words clearly and instantly felt much better.

At least she knows she has a husband and must keep a distance from other men.

Her soft cheeks felt so good to the touch that Charles couldn't stop himself from pinching her.

Unintentionally, his gaze landed on her rosy lips.

They looked soft and inviting.

It should feel great kissing them. She's my wife, after all. Stealing a kiss isn't a crime, right?

Driven by a strange impulse, Charles leaned closer to Whitney.

Thump, thump.

His heartbeat accelerated as if he was doing something wicked.

Just as he was about to touch her lips, he stopped himself.

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

Seemingly recalling something, he abruptly stopped his advances. He rolled out of bed, distanced himself from Whitney, and went back to the couch.

Decades of celibacy for Gwendolyn had made him indifferent to other women. For so many years, he had felt nothing but disgust for other women.