Chapter 1101

Nathan took a long, cold shower in the bathroom. He was spooked by the changes
in his body tonight. It felt as though something was burning within.
He closed his eyes, trying his best to fight the demons within.
He turned off the water and emerged fully clothed.
Almost immediately, he noticed Michelle sitting in bed, fully awake.
Taken aback, he exclaimed, “You’re awake?”
She looked at him groggily. “I heard you go for a shower. But I thought you had showered before.”
Nathan smiled awkwardly at the tricky question. “Do I need to report to you every time I shower?”
“No. That’s not what I meant.”
“Sorry for waking you up.” He turned his gaze to the couch. “I’ll crash on the couch tonight. You should go back to sleep now.”
So he wanted to sleep on the couch.
At first, Michelle saw him as a partner in her arranged marriage. She had wanted to use him as a tool in procreation, but she couldn’t help but take a few more looks at him when he exercised his restraint.
What an interesting man.
Michelle, who saw her parents in an unhappy marriage, thought every man was like her father, who had multiple women. Even her grandfather was a Casanova.
Aware of her beauty, she knew that Nathan was blessed to have her. Yet, Nathan didn’t appear willing to take advantage of her.
How amusing.
Nathan poured himself a glass of water. When he turned around again, he accidentally met her gaze.
She stared at him with an indifferent gaze. There was a twinkle in her eye, scrutinizing him, but also looking lost at the same time. Her tiny face and round shoulders sparkled under the dim, warm lights.
He paused. “Why are you staring at me?”
She collected herself. “Nothing.”
He took a sip of water.
“Shall I get you a glass of water?”
“No, thanks.”
He set down the glass and settled down on the couch. “Go to sleep.”
Michelle still wouldn’t look away. “What if Rosa learns that you’re sleeping on the couch?”
“She won’t know if we keep our mouths shut.”
Putting his arms under his head, he shut his eyes.
Michelle knew better than to speak. If she blabbered, she might expose her intentions.
Still, she did not want to pass on this golden opportunity to get pregnant tonight-she wanted to get it done as soort as possible. Content.
No one got everything they wanted in life. She had to carry Nathan’s child no matter what.
Lying down again, she tugged on her clothes.
“Nathan
Nathan had been calming down since he closed his eyes, but then he heard
Michelle calling for him.
He asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Do you feel stuffy too?”
Her words made him sit up in surprise. “You too?”
She got up and unfastened two buttons on her shirt. “Yeah. I’m feeling so hot that I want to take my clothes off.”
Once she did that, he caught a glimpse of her bosom. Panicking got up and pressed a hand over hers “Don’t! Take a shower ifyou feel hot.”
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He suspected that Rosa must have done something to both of them, which
s plausible givennet
obsession with having a grandchild.
Michelle nodded obediently. “Okay. I’ll get a cold shower.”
She slipped out of bed and made for the bathroom, only to yelp as she tripped and tumbled into his arms.