Her foxy eyes were like fire burning in Stanford’s heart.
And then his whole body froze. A fire rose from his lower abdomen to the top of his head, encouraging him to do something.
But he managed to repress this impulse by virtue of his outrageous self-control.
“Wait till you feel better and now get some sleep.” He said stiffly.
No sooner had he said it than he closed his eyes first without giving Phoebe a chance to speak.
He slept in a proper position with his hands on his stomach.
Seeing his evasive actions, she gave a playful smile.
He tried to avoid the subject, but she wouldn’t let him so easily.
With a “click”, Phoebe raised her hand to turn off the bedside lamp.
Then she lay down beside him, exactly shoulder to shoulder.
Stanford’s body suddenly became tighter and his breathing heavier. It took him a while to adjust.
This situation is intense for sure.
The smile on her face got even wider. She glanced at him and then said quietly, “Mr. Fraser, I feel so cold.”
Cold?
Stanford opened his eyes, looking surprised.
This is a temporary room with no air conditioning, but now the temperature is very comfortable with a thin quilt.
How could she still be cold?
“Mr. Fraser, I feel so cold, so cold,” Phoebe mumbled again, her voice sounding aggrieved, “Is it a sequela caused by the poison?”
It is possible.
Now she just needed to be nurtured.
His suspicion vanished quickly. And he pulled the quilt tighter.
He said in a deep voice, “Is it better? I’ll find you a quilt again.”
“Don’t go, I’m afraid.”
Phoebe grabbed his finger just right before his movement.
She only grabbed one finger with a cautious and scared look on her face which made him feel sorry.
Stanford frowned and said worriedly, “Still feeling cold?”
“Yeah…”
“Shall I send Collin in to take a look?”
“No.”
“He is just outside the door, and will come as soon as we call him.”
He was very considerate. That way he would not have to leave Phoebe, but also allow Collin to come in and examine her.
Phoebe rolled her eyes while it was dark. Despite this big scene she had played, Mr. Fraser still didn’t get it.
Does She really need to make it so clear?
Phoebe gritted her teeth and asked in wounded tones, “Have you heard the story of two people cuddling each other to keep warm in the snow?”
Stanford was stunned; he hadn’t heard this kind of story.
All the stories he had heard before were when people struggle to survive in the snowy wild, the fellow partners are the best heaters.
So, she meant…
His tall frame tightened more, and even in the darkness he could not hide his awkwardness.
Except for that night, it was the first time that he was lying on the same bed with a woman, and the other party was the one who somehow could effortlessly manipulate his mood.
It was okay to lie down now, but to hold her…
For the first time, Stanford began to worry about his self-control.
Phoebe grumbled again, “Cold…”
The cat-like murmuring was stirring up the impulsion in Stanford, but then he felt more of a heartache.
Just because she said she was cold.
Stanford suddenly turned around, stretched out his hand stiffly, and pulled her into his arms.
He said in a deep voice, “I will warm you up.”
In the darkness, Phoebe’s face bloomed with a beautiful smile like a flower.
With all the explicit expressions and implicit hints, he eventually understood.
She wrapped her arms around his waist immediately, and clung to him closely with her body.
Her face rubbed against his chest and she murmured contentedly, “It’s so warm.”
Stanford’s body became more rigid, like a piece of wood or hard iron.
At the same time, fire rose from his body and rushed towards his lower abdomen.
She was warm, but he was burning and about to explode.
Phoebe lay down comfortably, feeling that the man’s body was too stiff; he must not have been used to sleeping with her intimately.
She needed to create more opportunities in the future.
Phoebe said softly, “Mr. Fraser, it’s so cozy to hold you. Could I sleep with you more often in the future?”
Stanford was speechless for a moment.
In the darkness his eyes trembled so violently that he almost jumped onto his feet.
Who was going to tell him what the hell he had heard?
He couldn’t believe that it came from a girl’s mouth.
His conventional thoughts were directly and violently impacted, and almost collapsed.
“Well,” Stanford answered, “You’re hurt. Today’s a special situation. It’s not appropriate for us to sleep together so often; after all, we’re unmarried.”
This could be a scandal for her.
Phoebe disapproved, “But didn’t you say you’d be responsible for me? Aren’t you going to marry me?”
Her tone made Stanford couldn’t help defending for himself, “Of course I’ll be responsible for you, and I’ll marry you if you want me to.”
Phoebe’s smile got bigger and bigger, while she pretended to say those words in all seriousness.
“Since you are destined to marry me in the future, it’s okay to sleep together now.”
Although he felt something was not quite right, he could not find any words to refute it.
Phoebe was in a good mood. She rubbed his chest again and slept comfortably in his arms.
This embrace was something she had longed for, but did not dare to dream of.
But now she has it.
It was nice.
Phoebe was feeling sweet in her heart, and she was also planning how to “maximize the benefits” in the future, so that Stanford would gladly and voluntarily spend the night with her.
This night, she slept surprisingly well, not even disturbed by dreams.
She was feeling drowsy when she woke up. It was Stanford that awakened her.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Stanford’s charming face.
“Good morning, Mr. Fraser.”
Phoebe narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly at him.
She looked so cute, so adorable that one couldn’t help kissing her.
Stanford almost did it.
As he bent over, he came to his senses instantly and said in a flustered voice,
“We’re ready to go, you need to get up to wash and have breakfast.”
That was the moment she noticed that he was already wearing a neat white shirt below his handsome face.
Recognizing that they were not out of danger, Phoebe tried not to delay, and sat up from the bed quickly.
“I’ll finish in minutes.”
Saying that, Phoebe walked towards the bathroom next to her.
Stanford looked at her; he began to wonder whether it would be uncomfortable for her to walk around in such a hurry considering that her body was still recovering.
He frowned and said, “The toiletries are in the cup.”
She laughed in the bathroom and said with anticipation, “Mr. Fraser, did you unpack the toothpaste and toothbrushes and place them properly for me?”