Chapter 172

The man and the woman were forced to share a room that night because Hannah was staying in the other room.

After dinner, while Ethan was taking a shower, Janet paced around his room restlessly. She obviously didn’t want to share a bed with Ethan, but there wasn’t even a sofa she could sleep on.

“What’re you doing? Do you need my help?” Ethan strolled out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. He was wearing gray linen pajamas with a towel hanging on his shoulder.

As he looked at Janet leisurely, he ran his fingers through his damp hair.

Janet was taken aback by his handsome figure and instantly went stiff. “Nothing,” she answered awkwardly.

“Why can’t you just tell me?” Ethan smiled, his eyes twinkling. Without pressing her further, he sat on the bed and dried his hair with the towel.

“I can sleep on the floor…” Janet averted her gaze, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“What’re you talking about? We’re a married couple. We can share a bed.” As he spoke, Ethan put the towel away and lay on the bed, resting the back of his head on his arms. He sat up slightly to look at her with his black eyes and asked mischievously, “Didn’t you say that we would do it tonight?”

“Do what?” Janet’s heart leapt to her throat. How could he say such a thing?

She took a deep breath to compose herself. Finally, she whispered shyly, “Didn’t I tell you? Hannah’s sleeping right next door and this room is far from sound proof. Sometimes, I can even hear you talking on the phone from my room.”

Of course, moans would be heard even more clearly.

“Forget it then. I’m going to bed now.” Ethan tore his gaze away from her and lay back down on the bed.

After all, he was just kidding. He knew that Janet was a timid girl.

But Janet misread his reaction. She thought he was angry with her, so she crept to the bed and sat down. Gritting her teeth, she hesitated for a while, then finally sighed in defeat. “If you really want to do it, how about we go to a hotel?”

There was no way she would have sex in the same apartment as Hannah.

Raising his head to look at her, Ethan stretched out his hand to ruffle her hair playfully. As though he had read her mind, he laughed and said, “Do you think Hannah’s a three-year-old child? We’re a couple. How can we leave our own home and stay in a hotel? What will Hannah think?”

Leaning against the headboard, he jutted his chin at the pillow next to him. “Come on and get some sleep already. You don’t have to worry. Your husband can control himself.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll take a shower first though.” Janet sighed with relief.

Tonight’s sky was clear and cloudless. Countless stars were scattered all over the night sky.

After taking a shower and drying her hair, Janet lifted a corner of the quilt and slipped into bed next to Ethan. The bed sheet smelled faintly of mint.

Ethan lay on his side, facing the bare white wall.

A hush fell over the room.

Janet faced the window, but she was so nervous that her body was as stiff as a plank.

The two lay in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Janet figured that Ethan must’ve fallen asleep, so she slowly turned over. Just then, Ethan also happened to move. He was carefully lifting the quilt up, as if he was about to get out of bed.

Unbeknownst to Janet, this whole time, Ethan had been burning with desire. Things were different now that the woman he pined for was lying right next to him.

The two’s eyes met.

Both of them were wide awake and they instantly knew why the other couldn’t sleep. With tacit understanding, they smiled at each other.

“Where are you going?” Janet asked.