Mr Conrad Proposes to His Ex wife Again

Chapter 1130

When Winnie slowly emerged from the bathroom, the living room was silent, with only a single wall lamp to dispel the darkness.

She took two steps forward and quietly opened the door to the guest room, where Noah was ripe and breathing evenly.

Winnie closed the door again.

Why don't she just sleep on the couch?

If Noah gets up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and sees her, there's always an excuse.

Just as Winnie was about to head into the living room, the master bedroom door opened behind her, and Channing wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her back to her room.

Before Winnie had time to react, the person was already lying on the bed.

Channing hung above her body, palm holding her wrist, his eyes moving from her eyes, slowly to his lips, he spoke unhurriedly, "Where do you want to go at this late hour, sister."

Winnie blushed, she couldn't help but look away and stammered, "It's too hot, I'd better sleep on the couch."

Channing glanced at the air conditioning control panel, "The room temperature is now 25."

"Really, it's still a little hot, I ......"

She said, struggling to get up, but Channing was one step ahead of her, getting up and moving toward the air conditioning panel, pressing it a few times before Winnie felt a strong, cold breeze hit her.

Channing turned to her and asked, "Is it still hot."

Winnie shivered from the cold, but said stiffly, "A little."

"It'll be ready in a minute."

He returned to the bed and sat beside her.

The man's body temperature was already high, and his arm unintentionally touching hers almost made her shiver.

Winnie moved a little to the side, trying to distance herself from him.

Channing inclined his head to look at her, "Still hot?"

"Yeah, so I'd better get out there ......"

Winnie was just about to stand up when Channing grabbed her arm.

Meanwhile, Winnie couldn't help but sneeze.

Awkwardness and silence spread instantly.

Channing got back up and turned the air conditioning up a few more degrees.

Winnie rubbed her nose, feeling goose bumps all over her body.

She couldn't find any excuse now, so she could only move back, then lift the corner of the quilt and quickly get in.

When Channing looked back, he saw her wrapped up in a ball and curled up on the edge of the bed.

His mouth curled and he walked to the other side and laid down.

Winnie closed her eyes in a hurry.

Channing reached over and turned off the lights.

Winnie secretly exhaled, fortunately the bed was big enough.

She kept the position and was able to maintain a safe distance as well.

Only ......

As if to confirm her thoughts, in just a moment, Channing took her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Winnie opened her eyes unawares and put her hand against his chest, "You ......"

Channing whispered, "I'm cold, sis."

Winnie: "......"

Being blown against the cold air of more than ten degrees, can not be cold.

She whispered, "Then you can raise the air conditioner a little more."

"No, this is just right."

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No, no need to doubt, he did it on purpose.

Winnie looked up. The house was dimly lit with no lights on.

She could only see his blurred outline.

Obviously you can't see anything, but Winnie somehow seems to be able to feel his burning gaze.

She couldn't help but misplace her eyes, but just as she moved, Channing grabbed her lips with unmistakable precision, her breath warm.

Winnie was stunned, her jaw slightly open, unprepared, and let the tip of his tongue probe in.

Channing kissed her, his fingers clasped hers, and his body leaned a few inches toward her.

This kiss, unlike last night's gradual penetration, carried a more invasive and predatory flavor.

As his thin lips gradually descended, her breathing became heavier and heavier.

At the stinging pain coming from her chest, Winnie woke up abruptly and held Channing's arm, "No ...... no, Noah is still next door ......"

Channing's voice was low and muffled, "I know."

Winnie's breathing rose and fell violently, touching the cold air to her skin and shivering vaguely.

Channing pulled her pajamas on and pulled her back into his arms, taking a deep breath, "Go to sleep."

Winnie tried to get out, "So you ...... shouldn't be cold anymore, right?"

Channing held her waist down and whispered a warning, "I don't have that much control, so stop moving, sister."

Winnie immediately froze, not daring to move at all.

She does, too, feel some of the ......

I don't know how long it took, but Channing let go of her just a little bit and Winnie immediately sat up, "I'd better go sleep on the couch."

Channing pulled her back, "If you go sleep on the couch, I'll finish what I didn't just do."

Winnie let out an "Oh" and finally lay down quietly on the bed.

She quietly moved a little to the side and distanced herself from him.

This time Channing didn't yank her back.

Winnie obediently turned on her side, turning her back to him, hugging the quilt on her chest tightly, looking ahead with her eyes open sleeplessly, her mind jumbled with some thoughts.

Time goes by until late at night, when all is silent.

She finally closed her eyes in a daze.

When her breathing had evened out, Channing pulled the person back into his arms.

......

In the morning, Winnie just opened her eyes to see her little one lying on the edge of the bed with his head in his two little hands, looking at her with unblinking eyes.

Seeing her awake, Noah greeted her with a soft, sticky voice: "Good morning, Auntie."

Winnie smiled, rubbed his head, and sat up, "Good morning Noah."

Noah's eyes arched as he got up and ran out, "Uncle, Auntie's awake~"

Winnie washed up and yawned as she headed for the dining room.

Last night is estimated to be a little sleepless, back pain.

Channing placed two glasses of milk on the table, then grabbed the suit jacket that was resting on the dining room chair and put it on, and said to Winnie, "I'll go first."

As he spoke, he looked at Noah again and instructed in a low voice, "Uncle has gone to the office, call me if you need anything."

Noah sat at the table and nodded dutifully, "Bye uncle."

Winnie stood there: "Don't you want to eat breakfast, it's all done, or eat some more ......"

Channing, who probably hadn't prepared his own breakfast, paused to pick up Winnie's glass of milk and drink half of it.

Winnie saw this and was just about to go get him a sandwich when Channing caressed the back of her neck and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, "That'll do."

Noah, who was drinking milk, watched the scene, holding his glass, without blinking his eyes.

After Channing left, Winnie subconsciously withdrew her gaze, only to meet the little one's eyes.

Both were sideways at the same time, looking away, with a very tacit understanding, without speaking.

Winnie slowly sat down, the taste of milk still remained at the corner of her lips, she picked up the glass of milk that was still half left, tilted her head and finished it in one gulp, her fingers squeezed the glass tightly, and unconsciously clenched her teeth.

That little bastard!