"..." Zoe Yale was choked speechless by his reasoning, staring at him with wide eyes.
It took a while before she realized she had been played and reached out to push Charles White away.
"Then you go sleep on the sofa, the sofa is safe."
"Molly, the sofa is too small, the quilt is too thin, I'm cold." Charles White's voice was raspy, carrying a hint of pity, and he tightened his arms around her.
"But if you sleep with me, I'll take advantage of you!" Zoe Yale used his earlier words against him.
"It's okay, I'll just be a little aggrieved and let you take advantage." Charles White's dark eyes were profound, and his lips held a wicked smile.
From his face, there was no sign of grievance, only cunning!
Without giving Zoe Yale a chance to refuse, he firmly held her in his arms and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
"Molly..." His voice was magnetic, and the raspy tone made it exceptionally seductive.
