Wayne Bailey had washed up and run out as fast as possible, while Anna Jadwin was already sleeping soundly, cuddling Leo.
He wanted to wake her up, but seeing her tired face, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
He wanted to sleep with her in his arms, but his body felt like he had taken a stimulant, not sleepy at all.
[You are the one who has been fooling around with other women, and I'm the one who's jealous!]
[From now on, don't talk to me with the scent of other women on you...]
Her sassy words and the icy look she gave him kept replaying in his mind.
For the first time he discovered, he actually enjoyed when she lost her temper; because her annoyance and indifference toward him stemmed from care.
Wayne Bailey paced around the bed several times, growing more and more displeased with the sight of Leo—his small face buried in Anna Jadwin's chest, little hand clutching her nightgown.
The wide neckline had been pulled down, revealing her skin as white as jade.