She looked like a petty, jealous wife, but Seth Quinn was secretly delighted.

A smile glinted in Seth Quinn’s eyes, but his tone was solemn and earnest. "I’ve told you before, I never really had any fantasies about women before I met you—and that includes Autumn Shelby. Even after she became my fiancée, we never crossed any lines.

The people around me even started to think I had some sort of psychological or physical problem. But I knew I was fine; I just couldn’t muster any interest in women. Not until I met you."

At this, Seth Quinn shrugged. "Perhaps it was my indifference that made her feel so insecure."

He held out his hands, examining the palms and then the backs. "As for the most intimate we ever got... I suppose it was holding hands."

And what’s more, it was always Autumn Shelby who initiated it.

Clara Grant sighed to herself. ’No wonder Autumn Shelby had such bad pre-wedding anxiety. Marrying a man who had absolutely no romantic fantasies about her... of course she felt insecure. Of course she was terrified of what married life would be like.’

Even as she thought this, she couldn’t help but feel a secret thrill of delight, even if it was a bit improper to be happy at another woman’s expense.

Her earlier bout of shyness having passed, Clara Grant’s words and movements became more relaxed.

She took Seth Quinn’s hands and looked them over, putting on a serious expression. "Which hand did you hold?" she asked, feigning sternness.

Seth Quinn mulled it over for a moment, as if he were genuinely trying to remember which hand it was.

After a few seconds, he held both hands out in front of her. "I think... I held her hand with both of them."

Then, he added with a smile, "You’re not going to make me go sanitize them, are you?"

"Nothing that drastic," Clara Grant said, her expression still serious and her tone nonchalant. "Just chop them off."

"Let’s not, okay? While it’s true I’m a married man now and no longer need to rely on my own hand for fun," Seth Quinn leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he breathed, "you’d be the one missing out on a lot of pleasure."

Clara Grant froze for a second, not quite getting his meaning. She was just about to ask when she caught the wicked smirk on his lips and instantly understood.

She had meant to tease him, but he had completely turned the tables on her.

Clara Grant’s face flushed red. She turned away from him and mumbled shyly, "Who said I wanted any pleasure from you!"

Seth Quinn found her blushing face incredibly cute and appealing. His heart stirred, and he let out a low chuckle, his deep voice laced with temptation. "Well, how about we put it to the test and see if you want it or not? I seem to recall you had a wonderful time last time. My hands were aching and my lips were numb, and you still weren’t satisfied! You just kept crying, ’More, I want more...’"

As his teasing grew more and more outrageous, Clara Grant shot to her feet. Mortified and exasperated, she sputtered, "When did I ever do that? I obviously... I obviously..."

But she couldn’t finish the sentence. The truth was, he had kissed her so senseless that time. He’d teased her until her body was limp and weak, her mind a complete blank. All she could remember was the sensation of her body floating in mid-air, rising and falling...

How could she possibly remember anything she might have said?!

Clara Grant was thoroughly flustered and annoyed now. "Seth Quinn, you... if you say one more thing, I’m leaving!"

With that, she turned as if to actually walk away.

Seth Quinn grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms. "Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking, okay? Things like this are better done than said, anyway."