Christine Quinn was instantly furious, her face flushing even redder. "Skyler Jones, you pervert... I haven’t even said I plan to forgive you yet and you already want to... want to..." Christine was so worked up her face was burning. She couldn’t curse him out, so she went with hitting instead, swinging her little fists and putting up a constant struggle.

Skyler Jones suddenly grabbed Christine Quinn’s restless hands, lowered his body so that his straight nose was almost touching hers. His clean masculine scent wrapped around her as he said in a very serious tone, "Where is your mind going... What I want is for you to forgive me, so we can get back together."

Seeing that wicked curl at the corner of Skyler Jones’s lips, Christine finally realized she’d fallen into his trap. Her face grew even more flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Let go of me, let go..."

Skyler Jones pressed down even more, pinning Christine Quinn’s hands, lowering his lips until they were almost touching hers...

She went quiet, not daring to move, afraid that if she moved even a little she’d brush against his lips... 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He looked at her soft, slightly parted, temptingly red lips, parted from holding her breath, and asked in a low, sincere voice, "Wifey, what will it take for you to forgive me?"

So she wouldn’t accidentally touch him, Christine Quinn didn’t dare move her lips and only spoke from her throat. "If you let go of me right now and tell me ’I love you,’ I’ll forgive you."

"Are you serious?" the sharp-minded man questioned.

Christine Quinn nodded very seriously.

Skyler Jones, very satisfied, dropped a kiss on Christine Quinn’s forehead, then released her.

Christine straightened her clothes and got out of bed.

Full of tenderness, Skyler Jones reached out to pull Christine Quinn into his arms, just about to say the most moving love words in the world...

Who knew Christine would suddenly hop away and dart to the door at top speed. She snorted and made a face at Skyler Jones. "I can forgive you... on the condition that you never touch me again all my life, and we talk real feelings."

Skyler Jones’s face went dark. "..."

Knock, knock.

"Mommy, that’s definitely Daddy."

On the bed, Marie said to Christine Quinn, who was calmly leaning against the headboard reading a magazine.

Christine didn’t even lift her eyelids, answering lazily, "Go open the door then!"

"Okay!" Marie, in her cartoon pajamas, hopped off the bed and ran over.

Marie quickly opened the door, and sure enough, standing outside was her brilliant, mighty father.

"Daddy." Marie called out sweetly.

Skyler Jones shot Marie a look.

Marie nodded sensibly, then turned her head and said to Christine Quinn, "Mommy, I’m sleeping with Grandma tonight..."

Without waiting for Christine’s reply, she zipped out of the room.

Christine Quinn put down the magazine in her hand, intending to call her daughter back, but the tall figure blocking the doorway choked the words right in her throat.

Skyler Jones closed the bedroom door and walked toward Christine.

Christine Quinn frowned slightly. "Didn’t I tell you I’m sleeping with Marie tonight? Why did you send her away?"

Skyler Jones took the magazine from Christine’s hand and held his wife’s hand, coaxing, "Wifey, you’re not seriously planning to keep me celibate all my life, are you?"

Christine Quinn pulled back her hand that Skyler was gently stroking and said solemnly, "Didn’t we agree we’re talking real feelings?"

Skyler Jones leaned against the headboard as well, reaching out to pull Christine Quinn into his arms, chuckling, "Wifey, I’ll prove to you how real my feelings are for you, but we don’t have to go about it this way. You know, if I don’t have you in my arms at night, I can’t sleep..."

Christine Quinn pushed his body away to put some distance between them. "Hey, get off the bed... Who said you could come up?"

"I’ll just sit up here at the head of the bed and talk to you, okay?"

"Not okay!!"

Christine spoke righteously.

Not daring to anger his wife any further, Skyler Jones got up helplessly and climbed out of bed.

Only then was Christine Quinn satisfied. In an even, unhurried tone she said, "Go back to your room and sleep; I’m getting ready for bed... Uh, and when you go back to sleep later, bring Marie back. Mom’s health hasn’t been great lately, and Marie’s fidgety when she sleeps. I’m afraid she’ll disturb Mom’s rest."

Unwilling to give up, Skyler Jones leaned in again. "Wifey—"

Christine Quinn promptly raised a hand to block his approaching lips. "Skyler Jones, I’ll say this one more time, very seriously: I’m not joking with you... If you can’t do this, then we’ll call the lawyers in!"

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him. Skyler Jones instantly backed off. "Okay, okay, okay. As long as you don’t bring up divorce and we start over, I’ll do whatever you say."

Faced with Skyler Jones’s sweet words, Christine Quinn didn’t react much at all. She didn’t even spare him a glance. "Get out, and remember to send Marie back to sleep here."