Need? Mabel Quinn's face suddenly reddened. Could it be that he meant to suggest they would be doing this here again in the future...her mind recalled the scenario from last night.
Originally, she thought it would take a long time to overcome the past wounds in her heart to truly love him again, to trust herself entirely in his hands again, but she didn't expect everything to happen so naturally.
Everything from last night was so natural, so naturally wanting him, so naturally loving him.
And this morning, she was undoubtedly the last to get up, opening her eyes under the gaze of her daughter and husband, only to be curiously asked by her daughter what the red spots on her neck were, making her almost bury her face in the blanket in embarrassment.
She could only awkwardly say that it was due to mosquito bites, knowing full well that there weren't any mosquitoes around at this time.
