Gavin Graves remained silent.
Silent...
Silent...
He took a deep breath, sat up, and his mind regained some clarity.
Cherry turned to look at him, her eyes bright, filled with confusion, as if to say: Why not continue?
Gavin sighed inwardly, what was this all about?
He held his forehead as he sat on the edge of the bed, feeling absurd not knowing whether to laugh or cry; a well-married young wife, delicate and tender, lying there without a shred of clothing, yet he couldn't make a move.
He'd been alive for more than thirty years, even if he hadn't become the family head, he was at least a normal and mature man, who ought to maintain dignity and boundaries. If he were to harm an innocent young girl, he'd be worse than a beast.
After all, he was not Alexander Summers.
Thinking about it, divorce was definitely not an option either. This girl could help cure his illness, she needed to stay by his side, but he couldn't just hold back like this, could he?
