The man's body carried a faint scent of shower gel, mixed with a crisp aroma of tobacco, which smelled really nice; she took a deep breath but didn't feel a flutter in her heart.
She widened her eyes, feeling her heart sink as she recalled the scene in the private room tonight. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. Why did she experience panic and palpitations under the body of a stranger, yet lying next to her husband, she felt none of these things!?
Even though it's said that after being married for a long time, passion fades and the heartbeat doesn't accelerate like when you first fell in love. But he is the husband she loves. How could there be no feeling at all, not even a trace!?
Crossley Gibson was filled with confusion, accompanied by a sense of guilt, so she reflexively hugged the man's waist tighter and kept snuggling closer to his chest.
