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    Her eyes widened in shock, her pupils darting around in disbelief. If she hadn’t seen it happen herself, she wouldn’t have believed Norton was capable of something like this. Yvonne’s brain wentpletely nk.


    The sharp crunch of Norton biting into the watermelon shattered the silence. His deep gaze stayed locked onto her, unblinking.


    Maybe because he moved too fast, some juice from the watermelon clung to the corner of his mouth, almost dripping.


    He casually wiped it away with his long, well-shaped fingers, the motion slow and effortless.


    The sight sent a shiver down Yvonne’s spine. It was undeniably alluring, and under the soft glow of the light, the whole moment felt even more intense.


    Yvonne couldn’t deny it—this was exactly the kind of moment she had imagined countless times before.


    But now that it was real, she instinctively wanted to pull away. “That’s it, all gone. I’m going to bed. Close the door on your way out, okay? Thanks!”


    Yvonne set the te down and scurried to bed.


    The room fell into silence.


    After a few long minutes of quiet, Yvonne figured Norton had left. She lifted the nket and let out a quiet breath.


    But before she could rx, his face appeared right in front of hers.


    “Why are you still here?” Yvonne gasped, her face instantly heating up.


    Norton said, “This is our bedroom.”


    Yvonne’s pulse quickened at his words. “What exactly are you implying?”


    He exined, “It’s as you hear. Tonight, this is where I’ll be.” Yvonne hadn’t even formted a reply when Norton was already slipping under the covers.


    She gripped the nket with resolve, her entire form rigid and immobile. Despite his efforts to wrest the nket from her, it remained steadfastly in ce.


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    “The AC’s on high. You really want me sleeping uncovered?”


    “Sure, try again.”


    With that, Yvonne loosened her hold on the nket. Immediately, Norton snatched up the nket, covering himself. Though theyy in the same bed under the same nket, a vast gulf of silence enveloped them. Motionless, both of them remained, held fast by a silent ord.


    After ten minutes, Norton finally asked, “Is it warm in here?”


    “I don’t think so,” Yvonne replied.


    Why was he sweating as if he were in a steam room? A fierce heat seemed to engulf his body. Even turning down the air conditioner didn’t cool him down as he had expected.


    Ten more minutes crawled by, and he still felt like he was on fire. “I’ll find somewhere else to sleep,” Norton said, eventually exiting the room.


    A wave of relief washed over Yvonne.


    The following morning, Rachel received an update from Norton that Brian had regained consciousness.


    “Is he alright? Any potentialplications?” Rachel inquired, filled with concern.


    “It’s premature to say, but the doctors are optimistic about the oue of the surgery.”


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