Night At The Villa

Claude looked at Laurie's stubborn eyes and pouted lips. He didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

Suddenly he felt that his joke had gone a little too far. He really did not think that Laurie would be so worried about implicating him.

At this moment, Laurie clenched her fists and looked at Claude stubbornly.

"Don't worry. I won't implicate you. If I really get locked up, I can produce a written document to prove that our marriage is fake and that we're already divorced. That way, your superior won't…"

"No!" Claude interrupted her right away, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"You just got married and you're already thinking of getting a divorce?" He gave a soft snort. "Didn't you say that you wanted to support me today? You're a fellow who doesn't keep her word!"

Claude didn't know why he was so angry either, but when he heard that Laurie wanted a divorce, he became furious immediately.

Laurie looked at him in disbelief. When she recalled what she said in the afternoon, she was at a loss.

Claude simply kept his head lowered, looking down at her like that. After a long while, Laurie felt the pressure above her head disappear.

"Divorce is impossible. We have an agreement." Claude sat on the bed and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, feeling a little suffocated.

"And I've already contacted a lawyer about this matter. You were acting in self-defense legitimately, and there is evidence of your elder sister being abused. Don't worry."

He said "Don't worry" again. Laurie had heard him say these words countless times, but his words seemed to contain magic. Every time he said this, he really did make her feel at ease.

Laurie nodded somewhat helplessly and then turned around to leave.

"Where are you going?" Claude suddenly stood up and grabbed her hand.

"Going back to sleep." Laurie looked at him with a somewhat puzzled expression.

There were many rooms in the villa, and she felt that it was quite inconvenient for the two of them to sleep together.

When he heard her words, Claude was at a loss for words momentarily. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "If we don't sleep together, your elder sister might think that we're having a conflict and blame herself even more."

As Laurie was still a little hesitant, he continued to elaborate, "After all, this is someone else's house. Although there are many rooms, it's not good for us to use every room. If you think it's inconvenient, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Never mind." Laurie felt that Claude made sense.

Gina was already blaming herself right now. She did not want her elder sister to think too much.

Besides, Claude was implicated by her. How could she let him sleep on the sofa?

However, when she looked down at her clothes, she was a little hesitant. It seemed that she had no clothes to change into today.

Claude could see that Laurie was in a difficult position. He quickly opened the closet and took out a men's shirt. "Wear this first. I'll get someone to send your clothes over tomorrow."

"Isn't this Mike's? Surely it's not appropriate?" Laurie held the shirt somewhat awkwardly.

"No, it's mine." Claude then thought for a moment and explained, "We used to meet often, so this is a room he gave me."

Laurie nodded her head and finally took the shirt and went to the bathroom in embarrassment.

As he listened to the sounds from the bathroom, Claude suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

When he saw Laurie coming out wearing his shirt, Claude felt his throat tighten.

The shirt just covered Laurie's thighs, but the upturn of the rounded hemline didn't completely cover the sides of her thighs.

His shirt hung loosely on her body, and it matched her fair and slightly pinkish skin. Her legs were slim and long…

"I'm going to take a shower." Claude stood up abruptly and stared at the ceiling above the bathroom.

"Oh, okay." Laurie was also a little embarrassed and quickly stepped aside.

Claude didn't shower very quickly this time. He was a little troubled. The image of Laurie wearing his shirt just now kept appearing in his mind.

The cold water continued splashing over his body, and Claude finally felt a little clear-headed.

By the time he left the bathroom, Laurie was already asleep. She was indeed tired, and her breathing was a little heavy.

Even though Claude climbed onto the bed carefully, the moment the mattress sank down, Laurie still turned over.

She didn't wake up but proceeded to sprawl across his body like an octopus.

Claude's lips curled up slightly, and he leaned his head slightly against the top of Laurie's head before falling asleep peacefully.