“Really?” Leaning on his shoulder, Gwynn said, “Your words don’t mean anything to me, Noah! I need to catch some sleep. If you’re still hungry for sex, then I’ll call up some prostitutes for you. They’re legal here.”

Lowering his head, he stared into her eyes profoundly.

Clearly, he was upset at what she said.

Ignoring him, she tugged her sleeping robe and exited the guest room in the dark of night.

He cast a glance at the door.

Gwynn had changed, indeed. If this had happened in the past, she would’ve fought tooth and nail to avoid having sex with him. Now, it seemed she could put aside her petty feelings and give him a handjob just to keep him quiet.

What on earth was going through her mind?

…

Morning rolled on.

Gwynn freshened up and came downstairs.

Noah was playing soccer with his son in the yard while Holly was sleeping under the sun in the crib. Then, the little girl stretched, looking as comfortable as she could be.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

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