Rose felt his warm breath onto her face, making her feel itchy and her heart started beating faster.
"I'm tired. I want a rest." She slightly struggled from his embracement, trying to get rid of him, but Bright
didn't give her a chance.
"How can your face turn red so easily?"
"You hold me in your arms, making me feel a bit hot," She tried to explained, "I'll be better if you let go
of me."
Rose didn't dare to move fiercely in his embracement. Her fingers tightly held his clothes, "Put me
down. I can do it myself."
"No worries. I'm willing to work for you with the burden of hard works, my wife." Bright's gentle and soft
voice made the honeyed words terrifically sweet.
Rose found as long as he knew what love was, he was so good at flirting despite how indifferent he
had been.
Bright didn't let her go until carrying her into the bathroom. Rose stepped back to keep a safe distance
with him, "You'd better leave first."
"Why?"
Rose thought he asked while knowing the answer, "Please leave."
"What about taking a bath together?" Bright stretched his hand to the collar and unbuckled a button
with his lips lifted.
However, Rose pulled his hands and pushed him out of the bathroom. She quickly locked the door to
keep him away from the bathroom. Then she felt relieved.
She admitted she had fallen in love with Bright, but she was not ready for implementing the duty as his
wife.
Watching the closed door, Bright leaned against the door with his arms in front of his chest. Thinking of
her cute and shy face, he couldn't help laughing and shook his head.
After taking a bath, Rose pulled open the door and found Bright outside. Rose's dark eyes seem
especially moist and gleaming because of the steam in the bathroom. The wet hair stuck on her face.
All this made her graceful as a water lotus giving pleasant fragrance.
"I've finished. You can have a bath now." Rose felt uncomfortable in Bright's gaze. She ran away,
lowering her head.
Bright raised his eyebrows: was he so scary?
He turned around to the bathroom and took a bath for a while.
He wiped his wet dark hair, wearing the supreme grey silk pajama. He found Rose seated in the sofa
as if she was waiting for him.
"Don't you have a rest?" Bright went toward her. As soon as she opened her mouth, he said, "You
wanna sleep in the sofa, won't you? The bed is left for me?"
Rose nodded. She wasn't surprised that he guessed her thought. Since the first time she got to know
him, she thought he could read her mind and nothing could escape from his sharp eyes.
"Are you kidding? How can I allow my wife to sleep in the sofa?" Bright threw away the white towel and
pulled her wrist.
Rose stopped his hands, "Is it possible for you to sleep in the sofa? You're tall and you cannot
straighten your legs if you sleep in the sofa. So let me sleep here."
"Who says I'll sleep in the sofa? Is the bed on display?" That bed could accommodate four people,
"We're couples and it's a matter of course that we should sleep together."
"It develops …too fast." She really couldn't allow herself to sleep with him on the same bed as it was
too intimate.
"Darling, what are you thinking about? I feel ashamed about your thought." Bright suppressed his
smile.
"Is my thought dirty?" Rose peered at him, feeling she was wronged.
"So what's wrong with a couple sleeping on the same bed? It doesn't mean we'll do something, right?"
Bright slightly raised his eyebrows.
Did she think too much? She flapped her long eyelashes with caution, looking at him.
"Rose, have you asked me what I said to my Dad that made him cancel the paternity test for Doris and
me?" Bright changed the topic to what she was curious about, which absolutely aroused her interest.
"What did you say?" She asked.
"I told him we'd have another kid." Bright looked serious with his eyes gazing at her and his tone was
serious with no trace of kidding as well.
"What?" Rose stepped back astonished, "So you decided to stay here tonight… for the kid?"
"My father gives me half a year." Bright's strong arms held her slender waist. His build became
especially manly in the cast of chandelier's warm light, "I don't wanna force you as it's meaningless. I'll
wait for your willingness."
"We have half a year to catch up. Let's delay it as long as possible. You don't have to carry the
emotional baggage."
Bright eliminated her worry.
His care and love made her feel warm and touched. Her long eyelashes were a little moist, "Thank
you."
"No worries." Bright kissed her gently on her fair forehead.
She closed her eyes silently, feeling the kiss with no sexual passion. She indeed felt touched.
They both went to the bed and kept some distance. Bright held the phone, telling her, "Have a sleep
now. I'll check some mails."
He could operate the mails on the cellphone. Although Rose was a little sleepy, she couldn't fall asleep
quickly as she slept in a new place with the husband who was strange yet familiar to her.
"Do you have any books? Maybe reading helps." Rose asked him.
Bright pulled open the bedside table and took out a book. Rose took it and had a read. The book had a
profound meaning.
By all accounts a person could be understood through what he read. It seemed that she could
understand him well by reading what he read.
"Take your time. I'll sleep if I'm sleepy."
Bright answered her and started working on the phone. He read all the mails and gave brief replies.
Although he was attentive, he gave a secret glimpse to Rose from time to time. Finding she didn't fall
asleep after half an hour, he put down his phone.
"Have you finished your work?" Rose moved a bit.
"Yes." Bright thought he would affect her rest more or less, so he gave replies to some important mails,
"Let's go to sleep."
He took the book in her hand and put it into the drawer and then turned off the table lamp.
They both went to the bed. It suddenly became quiet in the dark bedroom. What could be heard was
their light breath.
In the darkness, Rose tightly seized the quilt. It was obvious there was a distance between her and
Bright, but she was still very nervous that she couldn't fall asleep.
"You can't sleep? Let's chat then." Bright's mellow voice appeared clearly in the darkness.
"About what?" she asked with nervousness.
"Whatever you want." He said with closed eyes, "Or what you're interested in."
Rose twisted her eyebrows, thinking. What she was interested in…
"Do you believe the reason for Cruz Gardener to come to the Lee family?" Suddenly it came to her
mind.
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