Claire rcer was actually quite distressed as well.
An unmarried man and woman, alone together in a room.
Even if nothing happened between them, who would believe that if word got out?
What’s more, in her twenty-three years, she had never spent the night in the sa room with a man, let alone shared a bed.
This was despite having been ’married’ to Gavin Sinclair for two years.
But Gavin Sinclair, who fancied himself a perfect gentleman, had never once touched her.
He was, after all, trying to remain chaste for his one true love.
He had faked a disability in front of her the entire ti.
So, for the two years of their ’marriage,’ she had always slept alone in the guest room.
She had absolutely no experience sharing a room with a man.
So, deep down, she was incredibly nervous and apprehensive.
She felt a mix of panic and unease, but more than anything, she felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Faced with tonight’s dilemma, Claire rcer was deeply conflicted.
Sensing Claire rcer’s predicant and internal conflict, Adrian Sutton’s heart sank with disappointnt.
He wasn’t actually expecting anything to happen with Claire.
He just wanted to be with her, to stay by her side.
But from the conflicted and troubled look on Claire’s face, it seed she was repulsed by the idea.
His hopes were instantly dashed, and he looked hurt.
"Why don’t I find an excuse to stay sowhere else for the night."
With that, Adrian Sutton turned and headed for the door, planning to spend the night at his family’s hotel.
But he had only taken two steps when Claire rcer’s voice sounded from behind him.
"Wait..."
Adrian Sutton stopped and turned to look at her. "What is it?"
"Um..." Claire rcer averted her gaze, unable to et his eyes.
"The bed is plenty big. Let’s just share."
She felt incredibly embarrassed saying those words.
But she had just thought it over. Adrian Sutton had helped her so much.
Every ti she was in danger, he was the one who stepped forward to save her.
Besides, their marriage was primarily a way for her to escape the arranged marriage the rcer Family was pushing on her.
Strictly speaking, everything Adrian Sutton had done was for her sake.
And now, all that was asked was for them to share a room for a few nights.
Yet here she was, being so indecisive. Even she thought she was being too lodramatic.
The mont she said that, a light flashed in Adrian Sutton’s eyes, which had just been filled with disappointnt.
But in an effort to hide his true feelings, and afraid that Claire might think he had improper intentions, the delight in his eyes was fleeting.
Inwardly, however, he was still overjoyed and thrilled.
’He knew it. He knew Claire would have a soft heart.’
’She wouldn’t be so cruel as to kick him out for the night.’
But then he rembered that if they really did share a room and bed, it would be terrible for her reputation.
"But if word of this gets out..."
"So what if it gets out?" Claire rcer retorted nonchalantly.
"In everyone else’s eyes, I’ve already been married to Gavin Sinclair for two years."
"But who would ever know that in the two years I was married to him, we never even held hands?"
"Let alone sharing a bed for the night."
"So I don’t care what other people say anymore."
At her words, Adrian Sutton looked at her in utter disbelief.
"You’re saying you and Gavin Sinclair... never even held hands?"
’She was ’married’ into the Sinclair Family for two years and never had any kind of physical relationship with Gavin Sinclair.’
’They never even held hands...’
’Although he didn’t care whether Claire had consummated her marriage with Gavin Sinclair...’
’...he was filled with joy to learn that absolutely nothing had happened between her and Gavin Sinclair.’
’His Claire hadn’t been defiled by that animal, Gavin Sinclair.’
’That animal... at least he did one thing right.’
Seeing his surprised and disbelieving expression, Claire rcer gave a sardonic smile.
"What, find it hard to believe?"
"If even you don’t believe it, of course, no one else would. But it’s the truth."
"The great young master of the Sinclair Family faked a disability in front of for his one true love, you know."
"And he always used it as an excuse to avoid sharing a room or a bed with ."
"So, what other people think isn’t that important to anymore."
"Besides, as far as everyone is concerned, we’re already husband and wife."
"It’s just sharing a bed, right? This is a king-size; it’s more than big enough for the two of us."
Claire rcer sounded quite bold and confident.
But when the two of them were actually lying in the sa bed...
...she tossed and turned, completely unable to fall asleep.
Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might leap out of her chest, and her entire body was rigid.
She didn’t even know where to put her hands, and her breaths were shallow and cautious.
She was used to sleeping alone, free to toss and turn however she pleased.
But now, a devastatingly handso man was lying beside her...
Even though there was enough space between them for another adult to lie down...
...she was still a nervous wreck, her heart thumping wildly.
And she wasn’t the only one who was nervous; Adrian Sutton was just as tense.
He lay on the bed, completely still, his body so rigid it was as if he’d been paralyzed.
The last ti he had shared a bed with Claire was when she was drunk.
That ti, Claire had been dead drunk, spouting nonsense and making a tearful scene.
This ti, however, was different. They were both completely sober and wide awake.
The night was silent, without a single disruptive noise.
Lying in the sa bed, listening to each other’s breathing and heartbeats, they both found it impossible to sleep.
Outside the door, Mr. Sutton tiptoed to the master bedroom door like a little thief.
He very gently pressed his ear against the door and listened for a long ti.
But there wasn’t the slightest sound from within—not even voices.
He began to wonder if anyone was even sleeping in the room. ’How can it be this quiet?’
But he had seen Adrian go into the master bedroom with his own eyes, and he hadn’t co back out.
’Could they have just... fallen asleep?’
Disappointed, Mr. Sutton tiptoed away to find his wife.
"Well? Any activity?"
Mrs. Sutton asked expectantly from the bed.
"Nothing." Mr. Sutton shook his head at his wife, his face a picture of disappointnt.
Hearing this, Mrs. Sutton was just as disappointed.
"Sigh..." She let out a breath.
"We gave him such a perfect opportunity. How could he not know how to seize it?"
"At this rate, when are we ever going to get to hold a great-grandchild?"
Mr. Sutton sighed as well. "How should I know?"
"Why does that boy, Adrian, always drop the ball at the most critical mont?"
He was so exasperated he could spit.
After a mont’s thought, Mrs. Sutton was no longer so disappointed.
"You can’t say he’s dropping the ball. He’s just being respectful of Claire."
"He took advantage of a loophole to marry Claire in the first place, basically tricking the poor girl."
"It’s not like they had a proper courtship before getting married. You can’t just force the issue, can you?"
After mulling it over, Mr. Sutton had to admit his wife had a point.
"You’re right. In that respect, the boy is a true gentleman."
"Forget it. There’s no use in us getting anxious over it. We’ll just have to let the young people handle it themselves."
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