Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 341 - 340: Bewitching the Heart

Mia Sutton lay in bed, somewhat bewildered about how she had been coaxed into this.

Staring at the ceiling, she listened to the faint sound of water splashing from a distance.

She reached for the big plush toy that lay beside her.

Yes, it was the same one she had left in Jensen Sterling’s room the last time, and it had been sitting by his bedside ever since. She hugged the cushion and buried her face into it.

What was her reaction when Jensen finished talking earlier?

She seemed to have had no particular reaction, just blinked blankly and opened her mouth a little, saying: "Well... all my stuff is in the guest room."

Jensen replied, "No worries, I’ve got an extra quilt here. You just come over, the rest can be moved tomorrow."

"Mia, do you want to come over and sleep?"

The man’s eyes were smiling, and his voice was irresistibly enticing. She momentarily lost control and, beguiled, agreed.

By the time she came to her senses, she was already in Jensen’s room.

Well no, from today onward, it should be said that it was their room.

Mia touched the tips of her ears, still a little warm.

Lying in bed, her mind began to wander, not knowing how much time had passed, when the sound in the bathroom stopped. The door opened, and the man slowly walked out.

Mia’s eyes widened instantly at the sight.

Not for any other reason, but because there was a wave of whiteness before her eyes.

Jensen walked out wearing only large shorts and nothing else on top.

Evidently, he had roughly dried himself off; the water hadn’t been fully wiped away, as a couple of droplets trickled down, gliding over his sensual abs and flowing to the lower abdomen, leaving a shallow water stain along the edge of his shorts.

His abs were well-defined, tight, unlike those excessively large pectorals some people had—Jensen’s were chiseled, a product of frequent workouts, entirely different from those created by protein shakes.

At that moment, Mia didn’t know where to look; her gaze wavered uncontrollably, but she very much wanted to look at his abs, so she stole glances deliberately, like a guilty conscience.

Her eyes rolling here and there, anyone could see her unease.

Indeed, in such a scene, the sight was tempting, yet she couldn’t just stare openly—how improper that would be, she had her modesty to maintain as a virtuous girl, allowing only stolen glances.

Seeing the young girl’s gaze, Jensen chuckled lightly, a sound oozing with beguilement, "If you want to look, just look. No need for your eyes to wander."

Mia: "..."

Jensen: "After all, I am your husband, gazing a little longer isn’t against the rules."

Mia: "..."

Wasn’t that the truth?

This time, Jensen really hadn’t done it on purpose; he had forgotten to bring pajamas into the bathroom, so came out this way.

Though honestly, forgetting to bring his pajamas was true, but so was intentionally walking out like this.

Mia’s reaction hadn’t disappointed him at all.

Jensen turned and pulled out a pajama set from the wardrobe, pinching it between his fingers.

Then he turned back, approaching slowly to the bedside. Since Mia was sitting on the bed, Jensen standing by the bed seemed significantly taller.

There was a subtle hint of oppression.

Mia felt nervous because of his words, now feeling even more uneasy. The proximity seemed to make his very breath perceptible.

"Wanna touch?"

Mia’s eyes momentarily froze, stunned for two seconds, softly swallowing, and inquired in a low voice, "Can I?"

Jensen chuckled, didn’t respond verbally, instead expressed through his actions.

Since he had just showered, his fingers were still a bit cold, thus when he took Mia’s wrist, she distinctly felt that chilliness.

But now it felt less like coolness, and more like a touch of heat.

When Mia came to her senses, her hand was already placed upon him.

Her gaze was fixated, slowly licking her lips like under a spell, as her fingers pressed against his abs.

Leaving behind a faint imprint, a slight pink tint; as she lifted her hand, it swiftly vanished.

Mia: "..."

If his fans saw this, they’d probably go insane, losing all rationality. Such a tempting image of Mr. Jensen was impossible to resist.

Unconsciously, Mia pressed again, getting quite into it as if she couldn’t stop.

Yet she failed to notice how the man standing by the bed had eyes growing darker, more profound; his fingers by his side clenched, knuckles whitening, as if suppressing something intensely, his adam’s apple rolling conspicuously.

With eyes like an endless vortex, his voice hoarse, Jensen murmured, "Mia... stop touching, or else..."

Initially, Mia’s focus was on his abs, but hearing this, her mind unwittingly glanced downward for a moment.

Realizing what she saw, her face instantly turned a fiery red.

Initially, she was just using her fingers, but startled, her entire hand ended up on him.

Mia: "..." She truly... didn’t mean it that way!

The young lady’s hands were small, appearing even smaller upon his abdomen; unlike his firm, hard abs, her hands were soft—fingers soft, palms soft, everything soft.

Plus, perhaps due to nerves, even her fingertips seemed to bear a slight pinkish hue; her nails’ little crescent moons appeared rather beautiful.

Jensen’s adam’s apple rolled even more aggressively, eyes shut, eventually conceding.

"Mia, help me out."

Mia slowly blinked twice, her eyelashes trembling ever so slightly, ......

Help?

How to help?

Very soon, she understood.

The room lamp had already been turned off, save for a dim bedside lamp, and the pajamas initially intended for wear lay randomly discarded on the side.

Silence enveloped the room, where even the slightest sound resonated clearly, each echoing in her ears—Mia almost wondered whether her ears held some amplifier, amplifying the sound so much.

Mia held her breath, her face blazing crimson like a fiery furnace, the color spreading down to her neck.

Anyone would think she had just been boiled like a pot of water.

Her gaze refused to land on the face beside her, her glances erratic, heart pounding wildly, as if preparing to burst forth at any moment.

Fingers curled tensely, uncertain where they should settle.

Unbeknownst to her, her teeth had bitten her lip; Jensen drew close, giving a gentle kiss on the bitten spot.

"Don’t bite, it’ll break." He breathed heavily as he spoke.