Chapter 325
Chapter 325 Something Meaningful
Chapter 325 Something Meaningful
He wasn’t wearing a shirt.
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In fact, Jonathan was wearing nothing but a towel, draped low on his hips. The fabric barely clung to him, leaving little to the imagination. Under the soft amber glow of the bedroom light, beads of water slid down his pale skin, gilded in a warm bronze sheen. Broad chest, defined abs, that sharp V–line–every inch of him was unfairly perfect.
The sight hit Anneliese like a freight train. Her cheeks flamed crimson, and she whipped her head away, pretending to study the master bedroom like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. Her voice stumbled out, awkward and thin, “S–So… am I… am I supposed to sleep here tonight p>
“Yeah,” Jonathan answered simply. “The guest room hasn’t been used in a while. I was out on a business trip last week, and Mabel wasn’t working. The room hasn’t been aired out or cleaned p>
Anneliese was rendered speechless.
She opened her mouth to say she could tidy one herself, but Jonathan cut her off. “Your skincare stuff is on the nightstand for now. Tomorrow, I’ll have a vanity moved in. That work p>
She nodded without thinking, and he turned toward the walk–in closet.
“Make yourself at home,” he said over his shoulder.
Only once his figure disappeared did Anneliese dare sneak a glance. She sucked in a deep breath, fanned her cheeks with both hands, and told herself to calm down.
It wasn’t like she had never shared a bed with a man before.
Nothing to panic about.
After all, she had already promised Jonathan that she wouldn’t refrain from sex during their marriage, and she had agreed to take it as it came. Why would she act shy now?
And yet, with the muffled sounds of him changing clothes in the next room, her whole body stayed hot, restless, impossible to settle.
When Jonathan returned, he was dressed in a silk pajama set–long sleeves and pants. The room was lit only by a single floor lamp. By then, Anneliese had already climbed into bed, wrapped tightly in the blanket like a cocoon, lying stifly on her side.
A faint smile flickered in his eyes as he walked toward her.
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She heard the footsteps and clamped her eyes shut, committing to playing dead. Thank God the bed has two pillows and two blankets.
But then came the rustle of fabric, the dip of the mattress, and the unmistakable weight of someone settling down beside her.
Jonathan’s presence filled the space instantly.
Her palms were dampened with sweat. She stayed frozen, every muscle taut.
Minutes ticked by. Nothing happened. Slowly, she exhaled, letting herself relax just a fraction…
“Awake?” Jonathan’s voice suddenly rang in the dark.
Her lashes fluttered. She pressed her lips shut, refusing to answer, but then she felt the heat of him press against her back. His hand reached over her shoulder, gently urging her to roll flat on her back.
“Guess you’re asleep,” he murmured, his tone teasing. “That means I can sneak a kiss from my wife p>
Anneliese’s eyes snapped open.
Hovering above her, his face only inches away, Jonathan leaned on one elbow, his gaze playful and sharp. “Oh? So, Mrs. Fullbuster, you aren’t asleep after all p>
“You’re too loud,” she snapped, embarrassed. “I was just about to drift off, and you woke me up. Can’t I be annoyed p>
Jonathan arched a brow. “Fair enough. In that case, since you’re up, why don’t we do something more meaningful p>
Her breath hitched. Can I shut her eyes and pretend again? Is it too late?
“W–What do you mean by ‘meaningful?” Her voice wavered.
He smirked. “What do you think p>
The late–night quiet, the shared bed, the closeness–it all spoke volumes, especially after the awkward conversation they’d had earlier in the car.
His breath fanned against her, heavy with implication. Anneliese couldn’t tell if her pounding heart was fear or something else. Her lips trembled. “I… I think maybe this is a little too fast p>
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Jonathan’s eyes darkened, shadows rippling in their depths, but he reined himself in, lips curving in a sly smile. “Too fast? Too fast for what p>
“Huh p>
Before she could figure out what he meant, he pulled out his phone, opened a video, and held it up for her to see. “Maybe you should explain this, Mrs. Fullbuster p>
Anneliese blinked. Oh. So that’s what he meant by “ something meaningful. ” Not what I thought at all.
Her nerves eased–until she actually looked at the screen.
Her eyes widened in fury.
“Who the hell filmed this? ” she demanded.
She hadn’t even realized someone was recording at the time. And now that footage had landed in Jonathan’s hands.