Whether it was an illusion or not, his sister-in-law always seemed to carry a sweet, milky scent about her. It was enchanting, with a hint of wicked innocence, always stirring restless feelings within him.
Luis's hands grew restless too, moving over her dress to caress her round, petite buttocks.
Leah pouted and swatted his hand.
But this time, she didn't resist. She let out a soft hum, quickly covered her mouth, and looked at Luis with eyes full of reproach.
"Hey, hubby, I didn't wake you, did I?"
Lily's voice was gentle and pleasant to hear. It wasn't coquettish, but it was very feminine. There was no deliberate, high-pitched affectation—only genuine affection from the heart.
Her tone was tender and natural, overflowing with love for him. Honestly, just hearing it made a man feel deeply proud.
"I haven't slept yet. But you, a pregnant woman, it's past one in the morning and you're still awake."
