After finishing boiling the water, Jackson didn't rush to wash himself. Instead, he scooped the water into the wash basin and carried it into the room, placing it on the basin rack.

He grabbed the dishes from his wife’s hands as she was tidying up, saying, “You rest, wipe your face, I’ll take care of the rest.” With that, he took the dishes and left the room.

Sophia watched the steam rising from the water, feeling a warm sensation in her heart. Usually, she was the one boiling water for that bastard to wash, but today it was the other way around. It felt like a dream.

In the kitchen, Jackson swiftly washed the dishes, turned off the light, and then entered the living room.

He locked the door, pulled back the curtain, and stepped into the inner room.

As soon as he looked up, he saw his wife’s curvaceous figure, as white as jade. His gaze immediately became uncontrollable, fixated on her, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his breathing quickened, becoming heavy and labored.

In a few swift movements, he stripped off his undershirt, revealing his strong, long legs, and took a few steps to be right in front of his wife. He opened his arms and pulled her into an embrace.

"Honey, let me wipe you down," he said, his voice deep and hoarse.

Sophia fell into his firm chest, her eyelids lowering, a sense of panic rising within her. She let him hold her, inhaling his clean and intense scent.

...

Sophia’s delicate, beautiful features were flushed with a soft red, and her long, elegant eyes were slightly damp. Her crimson lips looked even more vivid and tempting. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold herself back, fearful of waking the child who was still asleep.

Lying on the bed, Sophia couldn’t handle being looked at so intently by Jackson.

She was so shy, there was no place to hide, and could only raise her hand to cover her eyes, saying, "Don’t look."

Jackson lifted his head, glancing at his pure yet desire-filled wife, his voice husky and restrained as he said, "Honey, you’re truly too beautiful."

If it hadn’t been for the child barely sleeping during the day, their movements by now would have surely woken the little one.

Releasing Sophia’s soft lips, Jackson whispered in her ear, "Honey, I love you so much."

Hearing his words, Sophia’s face flushed so deeply that it felt like she could bleed. She clung tightly to his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "You... shut up," she said, her tone tinged with playful scolding.

Under the dim light of the bulb, there was not a trace of imperfection to be found.

He swallowed, took the towel, and made as if to help her wipe down her body.

In the next moment, Sophia reached out to stop him. Her cheeks were already flushed bright red, and she couldn’t even bring herself to meet Jackson’s gaze.

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She had never been watched like this while wiping herself off.

The embarrassment was overwhelming, and her face burned like it was on fire.

“Get away, I’ll do it myself.”

She reached out to grab the towel.

Jackson wasn’t about to let this rare chance slip by. He licked his dry lips, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

“Don’t move. Let me do it.” He dodged her hand, his gaze intense.

Sophia was so embarrassed she wished she could sink into the ground. She couldn’t stand being stared at like this by Jackson.

She knew full well that he wasn’t trying to help her wipe herself off—he was just being... a rogue.

But strangely, she didn’t hate it. She was embarrassed, yes, and it felt like her heart was being scratched by a cat.

Hearing her wife’s urging from above, Jackson’s gaze burned hot, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like.

Her delicate, pale arms were tightly wrapped around his broad, tanned biceps, leaving clear scratch marks on them.

Jackson had already made up his mind. Tomorrow, he wouldn’t go up the mountain. He planned to take his time tonight.

His young, tender wife’s body was flawless, her skin pale and smooth, with an enticing scent.

She was a little thin, but her curves were perfect, full in the right places.

Sophia was like an ostrich, burying her face in the pillow, her hands clutching the pillowcase with frills.

Her long, beautiful eyes were wet at the corners, her phoenix eyes carrying an air of mystery.

Under the dim yellow light of the lamp, the light shone on her pale body.

Jackson looked down at his wife beneath him.

Her dark hair was slightly loose, stray strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, and her white neck had wisps of hair stuck to it.

“Honey, I want more,” he whispered, his breath warm against her smooth skin.

Sophia could barely move a finger and couldn’t understand how he still had so much energy.

They’d already done it several times last night, and just finished once tonight.

She lazily turned her head, speaking to the man behind her:

“I’m tired, no more.”

She didn’t even understand why she felt so exhausted.

It was more tiring than working all day.

Jackson acted like he didn’t hear her. In his past life, he was wealthy, but had no one to share it with. He wasn’t interested in the women who threw themselves at him.

The departure of his wife and child had been a huge blow to him.

The blow, both physical and emotional, had made him live in regret. That’s why he worked tirelessly, not letting himself stop, afraid that if he did, he would go crazy missing his wife and child.

Living this life again, seeing his wife alive and well, he could no longer suppress his desire for her.

Thinking about how he had been alone and dying in his past life, his eyes became warm. Tears slid down his cheeks, falling onto her smooth, delicate back.

Sophia felt a warm drop on her back and stiffened slightly. As she turned to look, a rough, hot hand covered her eyes.

Jackson kissed her beautiful, pale back like it was a precious treasure, softly murmuring, “Honey, wife, don’t leave me. I’ll take care of you.”

Sophia heard him say those words again, a strange feeling rising in her heart. She didn’t understand why he kept saying that.

He’d said similar things last night.

Jackson, lying on top of her, was tall and strong, his tanned muscles well-defined, full of power.

Thumb! Thumb! Thumb!

The force was so much that the bed creaked with regular squeaks, as if it might collapse at any moment.

“Honey, babe, don’t leave me. I’ll be good to you for the rest of my life,” he repeated over and over.

Sophia didn’t even notice what the man on top of her was mumbling.