Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Gordon really did shower in my bathroom.

Moreover, he not only used my shower gel but also wrapped himself in the towel I had used. After finishing his shower, he nonchalantly walked out of the bathroom.

Sitting on the bed, my breath caught in my throat as he stood before me. His bare chest gleamed with a bronze hue. He was like a divine being who had descended from the heavens.

It might be embarrassing to say, but this was the first time in our two years of marriage that Gordon had exposed so much skin in front of me.

Over the past two years, he had guarded himself against me. Whenever I appeared, he would either dress. impeccably or wrap himself up like a mummy, seemingly afraid that I would pounce on him like a ravenous beast.

But tonight, I didn’t know what was wrong with him. He boldly displayed his robust side right in front of

To be honest, Gordon’s figure was pretty good.

His upper body’s muscles were evenly defined and powerful. Under the light, his skin and muscle texture looked perfect. Combined with the invulnerable look on his face, he was like a walking aphrodisiac, making women’s hearts race and pound.

It was impossible not to be affected when the man I had been obsessed with for years flaunted his body

in front of me.

As I secretly drooled and struggled to control my pounding heart, I couldn’t help but mutter indignantly to myself, “Damn it! This body was wasted on all those vixens out there!”

Gordon didn’t notice my gaze. He stood in front of my dressing table with his back toward me, blowing his hair with my hairdryer. After that, he turned and walked to the bed.

He stood six feet tall, his towering figure bringing overwhelming pressure as he moved toward me.

I was startled and instinctively pulled the blanket to cover myself. I immediately said, “Gordon, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be comforting your lover who attempted suicide tonight?”

Gordon glanced at me, ignoring my thoughts, and pulled up a corner of the blanket to crawl into the bed. Taylor, I never stay overnight outside, you should know that.”

Should I know? I had no idea. After all, he never shared a bed with me in our two years of marriage.

In the first year of our marriage,‘I waited for him eagerly like a newlywed bride.

However, as time passed, and he didn’t return home until past midnight, I gradually lost hope. Eventually, I always found myself shedding tears and falling asleep alone..

I never shared a room with him, so how could I possibly know when he came back or if he stayed overnight outside?

“Are you sure you want to sleep here tonight?”

He was very close to me. Though our bodies didn’t touch, I could distinctly feel a wave of warmth when lying in the same bed as him.

This inexplicable closeness made me feel uneasy.

In the past, if he did this, I would be overjoyed. Perhaps I would have thrown away all my inhibitions and rolled into his arms by now.

But now, I find myself like a vigilant female warrior. I didn’t want him to come close to me, nor did I want to approach him. I just wanted to guard my fortress.

Because I knew better than anyone that he didn’t love me.

“This is our marital bed, Taylor.”

He didn’t directly point it out, but the implication in his words was obvious.

I subconsciously moved aside. He probably didn’t expect me to dodge like this.

For a moment, he turned and looked at me quietly, saying, “What? Are you acting coy? This doesn’t seem like your personality.”

He thought he knew me well.

1 laughed and took a deep breath. Then, I immediately threw off the blanket and climbed out of the bed.

“Marital bed, indeed. It’s your right to sleep here if you want to. So, you sleep here, and I’ll sleep in the

guest room.”

After saying this, I turned and was about to walk out of the room.

Unexpectedly, his large hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, and my whole body fell firmly on the bed–more

precisely, into his arms.

Gordon’s embrace was broad and warm. As I fell into his arms, my face touched his chest’s strong.

muscles.

I was caught off balance, and he held me tightly. Our bodies pressed together, making me feel hot all over.

I couldn’t let this happen. My self–control was limited, and something might really happen at this rate.

I quickly broke free, bounced to the side again, and said sternly, “Gordon, you told me to keep my distance from you and abide by the rules. What are you doing?”

Gordon folded his arms across his chest. He looked at me like I was a ridiculous clown, and his cold gaze

seemed to penetrate me.

He sneered. “Taylor, do you think I want to sleep with you?”

I didn’t expect him to be so straightforward.

“Well, it’s not that. It just feels strange.”

Chapter 12

My heart started to speed up, and my face was probably flushed, so I didn’t dare to look him in the eyes.

To be honest, I was afraid of his deep eyes that seemed to hook my soul In an instant like they did in the

past.

“Strange? Don’t worry, I have no interest in you at all.” He sneered again, then suddenly lay back in bed.

He then explained, “It’s just that I found out my parents suddenly dropped by and are probably lurking outside the door listening in right now.”

“Wh… What? Your parents are here?”

His parents were visiting us in the middle of the night?

It was unlikely, unreasonable, and unnecessary. When I came back, the house was quiet.

But it was not impossible. When I changed my slippers earlier, I noticed two pairs of spare slippers on the

shoe rack were gone.

I thought the maid took them for cleaning, but now that I thought about it, something seemed off.

His parents gave us an ultimatum a month ago, insisting that I must be pregnant by the end of this year at the latest. They even said they would come to supervise us secretly.

So, his parents indeed came for a “supervision” visit.

No wonder he came to this room tonight, which was unusual. I thought maybe he was feeling guilty, but it turned out he was just pretending to be intimate with me because of his parents.

My heart, along with my mind, instantly cooled down. When I looked at him again, the feeling of my heart racing disappeared.

just pretending to be intimate with you to avoid their questions. You don’t need to overthink it. Go to sleep. I won’t touch you.”

He explained his motives, perhaps fearing I wouldn’t understand.

I laughed out loud.

I subconsciously tucked my hair behind my ears and said, “Okay, then. Since your parents arrived so late, they probably haven’t eaten. You go to sleep. I’ll make them a late–night snack.”

I made up a reason and quickly changed into a set of pajamas from the closet.

I didn’t really want to cook for therh. I just wanted to leave the room for some fresh air, as I felt a bit suffocated being with him.

As soon as I opened the bedroom door, a hurried and chaotic sound of footsteps came from the corridor.

Then, I saw two old people in red and green pajamas hurrying toward their bedroom, looking suspiciously furtive.

It instantly dawned on me that Gordon’s guess was correct. They had indeed been eavesdropping at our

door.