In the bathroom, the sound of running water stopped, and Joanne felt the weight in her hand disappear. Brian had taken the clothes.

She was about to withdraw her hand when her hand was pulled forward by a great force. Before she reacted, she had been dragged into the bathroom.

"Ah!" Joanne screamed.

When she came to her senses, Brian had locked her in his arms, and she could not move.

She accidentally saw a men's leisurewear on the cabinet.

Brian did it on purpose. She was fooled!

Joanne glared at Brian. "Liar!"

Brian was used to such accusations. He smiled and lowered his head to kiss Joanne's lips.

Joanne should be angry, but she couldn't help raising her head to respond to Brian's kiss.

Brian came back safe and sound. She could only tell him in this way that she was very happy.

Brian was more anxious than ever. He coaxed Joanne in a soft voice. "Good girl. Open your mouth."

Joanne was like an ignorant girl who had been bewitched. She obediently opened her mouth and loosened up her jaw, allowing Brian to break in without any hindrance.

Brian was soon not satisfied with simply kissing her. Joanne was only wearing a flimsy nightgown, so he found its hemline, reached into her nightgown, and traced her curves with his rough fingers...

The ambiguous atmosphere was brewing in the air.

In fact, Joanne had many questions.

For example, when did Brian arrive home?

Did he get hurt? Did Wesley arrive home?

However, Brian's passionate kiss instantly drove these problems out of her mind.

At this moment, there was only Brian left in her world.

Originally, Brian just wanted to tease Joanne.

However, Joanne began to respond to him. Gradually, her enchanting fragrance with milk flavor filled his breaths and changed his heartbeat.

Something primitive was so eager to wake up.

Brian hugged Joanne tightly and released a kind of ambiguous message.

Joanne felt it, but she forgot to resist, instinctively responding to Brian's intention.

Brian immediately lost control. He pushed Joanne back, pressed her against the wall, and released her slightly. "Do you feel cold?"

The bathroom was equipped with perfect and safe heating equipment. The walls were actually very warm.

Joanne looked at Brian and said in a low voice, "No."

Brian was so familiar this kind of voice-

Joanne had always been calm and collected. Only when he awakened some of her expectations would her voice become low and enchanting-just like a cat's casual "meow", which stroked his heart and made him crazy about her.

Brian held the back of Joanne's head, slowly lowered his head, and was about to kiss her again.

Joanne put one hand on Brian's chest to resist and looked at him. "You haven't slept all night. Aren't you tired?"

Brian approached Joanne and pressed something hard against her. "Joanne, do you think I'm tired?"

Subconsciously, Joanne wanted to step back but found that she was against the wall and had no way back, so she could only stay close to Brian and feel his existence.

Yes, it was very... real.

Although they had been married for so long, Joanne still blushed and looked at Brian at a loss.

What Joanne did not know was that Brian would never get tired of seeing her like this.

Every time seeing her look like this, Brian felt that he was bullying Joanne. However, Joanne did not resist because he could make her happy and joyful.

Brian's hand on the back of Joanne's head slid down onto her shoulder. He moved his hand slightly to pull her nightgown off her shoulders and expose her well-shaped shoulders.

Joanne was fair-skinned, and with careful maintenance, her skin looked as smooth and delicate as the tiles behind her. Under the light, her skin could almost reflect light.

The visual impact made Brian feel that all the blood in his body was rushing to a certain place. He could no longer control himself and pushed his hands down harder.

"Hiss-" The sound of cloth being torn broke the silence of the bathroom.

Joanne widened her eyes. "Um!" Before she protested further, Brian's kiss had fallen on her and overwhelmed her.

Brian tore apart her favorite nightgown. It was perfect in design, material, and workmanship, so she was willing to pay for it.

Fortunately, knowing that Brian was "aggressive" in this respect, she had the foresight to buy an extra one.

Wendy, who was shopping with her at that time, was very puzzled. She asked if she bought two because she wanted to wear nightgowns of the same design every day.

She just told Wendy that all married women liked to stockpile the same goods.

As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, Freya burst into strange laughter and mouthed to her, "I understand."

Then, Freya told Wendy, who seemed to find it unbelievable, that she also had the habit of stockpiling the same goods.

It turned out that her habit of stockpiling the same goods was completely correct.

Realizing that Joanne was distracted, Brian was very dissatisfied and gently bit her. "Joanne, at such times, you can only think about me."

"Huh?" At such times, Joanne usually reacted a little slowly. She looked at Brian in a daze.

Then, Brian possessed her forcefully and decisively, repeating what he had just said with practical actions...

"Ummm..."

Joanne clutched Brian. Gradually, except Brian, she could not feel anything...

In the villa next door.

Wesley changed his shoes, and he was about to go upstairs when he saw Aunt Helen coming downstairs.

He walked over and asked, "Aunt Helen, why are you up so early?"

"Little Seven, you're back!" Aunt Helen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Wesley was not injured. "Are you hungry? I'll prepare something to eat for you."

"No." Wesley looked at Aunt Helen. "Aunt Helen, have you not slept all night?"

"Maybe I'm too old to be sleepy." Aunt Helen sighed with a smile. "I always feel that something is going to happen, so I can't fall asleep all night."

Wesley knew that this was just her excuse. Aunt Helen was just worried about him.

"Aunt Helen." Wesley said, "I will take care of myself. Nothing will happen to me. Even if I cannot come back on time sometimes, you don't have to worry about me. I will be back eventually."

Aunt Helen waved her hand and said, "Don't talk about me. Go upstairs to see Yuna. She couldn't sleep last night and even came downstairs to drink water after one o'clock. If she is sleeping, don't wake her up and let her sleep well."

Wesley pushed the door open and quietly walked to the bedside.

Yuna was sleeping, but she frowned as if she had encountered a big problem.

Wesley sat by the bed and gently stroked Yuna's eyebrows.

Yuna was very vigilant. She immediately perceived something unusual, instinctively grabbing Wesley's hand and opening her eyes, and there was a cold and murderous light in her eyes.

She didn't expect to see Wesley.

Wesley was back!

Yuna calmed down in an instant. She sat up and looked at Wesley. "When did you come back?"

"Just now," Wesley said briefly.

Yuna looked at Wesley up and down. "You're not injured, are you?"

Wesley didn't reply. Instead, he asked Yuna, "Do you want me to get hurt?"

Yuna gave Wesley a look as if to say he was so boring. Then, she lay down and said, "Since you can play such a childish trick, you're not injured."

"I'm indeed not injured." Wesley paused and continued, "You can sleep at ease."

Yuna snorted. "Bah, I didn't say that I was worried about you."

Wesley stared at Yuna for a moment and then stroked the dark circle under her eyes. "Aunt Helen told me that you slept very late yesterday. I won't leave today, so you can sleep for a while."

Yuna finally realized that she denied something that Wesley had confirmed.

Thus, Wesley was more sure that she really worried about him.

Yuna felt embarrassed, pulling the quilt over her head and closing her eyes. In less than three seconds, the quilt was pulled away.

Needless to say, it must be Wesley.

Was Wesley worried that she would suffocate?

Yuna did not open her eyes. She pretended to be asleep, and then... she really fell asleep.

This time, she didn't have any worries on her mind, and without tossing and turning, she almost fell asleep instantly.

Wesley... had almost decided the quality of her life and sleep.

However, she did not resist his influence on her at all.

Wesley didn't disturb Yuna. He took his clothes and went to wash. After coming out of the bathroom, he lay down on the bed, held Yuna in his arms, and soon fell asleep.

Yuna had slept, so she soon woke up from hunger. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Wesley was sleeping soundly. She didn't disturb him but gently removed his hand from her waist and tried to get up quietly.

She did underestimate Wesley's vigilance.

Wesley woke up almost immediately. He grabbed her hand so hard that the blue veins on his back bulged.

Yuna paused and said, "I want to get up." As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach growled cooperatively.

Only then did the tension in Wesley's eyes disappear, and he loosened his grip and said, "I'll go with you."

Yuna looked surprised. "Have you rested enough?"

Wesley didn't sleep last night, and in the morning, he only slept for a few hours. Had his vigor been restored?

Wesley glanced at Yuna and said, "Do you need me to prove that I'm well-rested in a special way?"

A special way...

Something unwholesome came to Yuna's mind. She shook her head decisively and said, "No."

As they walked out of their room, Emily also came out of his room at the same time.

Aunt Helen had already prepared breakfast. After eating, Wesley said, "Aunt Helen, you go upstairs and have a rest."

Aunt Helen didn't sleep all night. At this time, she was indeed a little sleepy. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go to buy ingredients after a nap."

While going upstairs, the old lady massaged her right eye. "Why is my right eyelid constantly twitching? It's said that the twitch of the left eyelid forebodes fortune while that of the right eyelid forebodes misfortune... Bah, it is most probably because I didn't sleep!"

With it, Aunt Helen went back to her room and then fell asleep.

Neither Wesley nor Yuna noticed what Aunt Helen was saying, nor did Aunt Helen take it seriously...