As the saying goes, one should not strike a smiling face. Since Jonathan Foxcroft had publicly apologized to Thelma, she decided not to press further.
After leaving the venue with Phoenix and Mira, Phoenix informed her that Julie’s song had already been removed from the platform. It seemed Jonathan Foxcroft was indeed sincere.
Really…
Sam Noah considered whether to change places to sleep, but he felt reluctant to leave her. Just thinking about how quickly he had reacted last time in Ashbourne made him feel embarrassed.
She had amnesia; she was so shy now. If he couldn’t help but do something beastly later, he wondered if it would scare her.
Thinking this way, Sam Noah ultimately lifted the blanket and lay down, but he kept a little distance from her.
He turned off the light, and the surroundings fell into darkness.
Thelma had not fallen asleep yet. He had come over to sleep, but why was he lying so far away from her?
Thelma felt a bit dissatisfied and murmured softly, “Cold.”
Then she heard a rustling sound, and before long, he leaned over and pulled her into his arms. His scent filled her nose, and Thelma felt utterly satisfied.
Thelma knew that Mr. Sam respected her. Although they were husband and wife, he considered her amnesia and wanted to give her a transition from lovers to spouses.
Thelma also felt that she shouldn’t rush things; otherwise, it would make her seem frivolous.
But having her idol in her arms, it was impossible for her not to have any thoughts.
Thelma couldn’t sleep for a while. Even though she was being held by him, she still thought about him—his voice, his smile, his solid muscles. His physique was really great; she wondered what it felt like to touch.
Sigh, she wanted to touch.
But she couldn’t directly tell Sam Noah that she wanted to touch his body; it would make her seem lewd. This thought lingered in her mind, and Thelma felt her palms itching.
In the end, she couldn’t help it and asked him, “Sam Noah, is your skin elastic?”
“Mm?” What a strange question! Sam Noah chuckled lightly, “It’s okay.”
Thelma fell silent for a moment and then said, “The flesh on my stomach is soft. I wonder if the flesh on your stomach is also soft. If you don’t believe me, you can touch it; it really is soft.”
Let him touch her first, and then she would reciprocate by touching him. That wouldn’t be too much, right?
Sam Noah: “……”
Why was there such a childish suggestion to touch the stomach? But why did he feel a bit excited about it?
Thelma took Sam Noah’s hand and placed it on her stomach, asking, “Is it soft?”
Sam Noah: “……”
She looked thin, but her body was soft, achingly soft, every inch of it. He had completely lost his rationality in front of her before; if it weren’t for his regular exercise, he probably wouldn’t be able to get out of bed the next day.
Sam Noah’s palm rested on her stomach, and he felt as if a fire ignited from his palm to his internal organs. Did she even know how dangerous this was?
He was a man.
Sam Noah felt the fire burning uncomfortably within him. He adjusted his breathing, finally easing a bit. He had to restrain himself; only when he felt his voice calm did he say, “Mm, it really is soft.”
Then she smiled. In the darkness, her eyes still sparkled as she stared at him and asked, “Really? I want to touch it too; is yours also soft?”
Sam Noah felt that she might be trying to kill him.
At this moment, he should advise her to sleep quickly; they had work tomorrow. He should dispel her dangerous thoughts, but no matter how rationally he urged himself, when he finally spoke, he answered with unexpected ease, “Sure.”
She really did reach out her hand, seemingly a bit impatient. The key was that she wasn’t like him, still separated by her dress; she directly and unceremoniously pulled open the collar of his bathrobe, her palm pressing directly against him.
!!!
Mr. Sam’s abs indeed did not disappoint her; they were hard but very elastic, completely different from her softness. Although he had scars on his stomach and the texture was a bit rough, it didn’t affect her fondness for his abs at all.
Thelma felt very satisfied, momentarily unable to let go.
However, the longer her hand lingered on him, the more Sam Noah would suffer.
