Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 276: Hold Me While I Sleep

Clarissa Morgan smiled without answering; that bath gel was the one she had seen Shane use when she visited his home abroad.

Ten minutes later, Clarissa Morgan emerged from the bathroom.

Sitting on the bedside reading a book on jade identification, Quentin Sterling took off his glasses, placed the book on the nightstand, rose and approached Clarissa Morgan, reaching to remove the shower cap from her head and led her to the dressing mirror: "Let me dry your hair for you."

Clarissa Morgan smiled at him, yet she was imagining how wonderful it would be if the man standing beside her at this moment was Shane.

Quentin Sterling took out the hairdryer from the nearby cabinet, plugged it in, and directed the warm air towards Clarissa Morgan’s wet hair while his fingers tenderly threaded through her strands.

Clarissa Morgan sat on the stool in front of the dressing mirror, her gaze fixed on the mirror.

From her angle, the mirror only reflected the portion of Quentin Sterling below the neck, his face was invisible.

Clarissa Morgan closed her eyes and began to imagine that the large hand threading through her hair at this moment was Shane’s...

She fantasized, and enjoyed...

The damp strands gradually dried under the warm airflow.

Quentin Sterling shut off the hairdryer in his hand and placed it back on the dressing table.

The "whooshing" sound ceased, and as Clarissa Morgan opened her eyes, Quentin Sterling leaned down to rest his chin gently in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of the shampoo on her hair, encircling her waist, his breath growing quick by her ear.

Looking at the face in the mirror, Clarissa Morgan’s fantasies shattered, leaving her internally agitated; she gently removed the hand resting on her waist, turned to Quentin Sterling, and said apologetically, "Sorry Quentin, I’m not feeling well tonight and want to rest early."

Quentin Sterling subdued his internal desire and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you too tired lately?"

Clarissa Morgan smiled and said, "Maybe the heat is making me uncomfortable, I’ll be fine after some rest."

Quentin Sterling always respected her and listened to her.

Seeing her genuinely fatigued appearance, he suppressed his desires, his tenderness holding no trace of blame: "Then sleep."

Both of them went to bed and lay down, under the same blanket yet without any physical contact.

Clarissa Morgan slept by the edge, with her back toward Quentin Sterling, she thought about those photos, then realized the man beside her wasn’t the one she loved, leaving her heart in turmoil.

Quentin Sterling moved closer to her, hugged her from behind, seemingly hesitating before speaking, "Clarissa, let’s have a child?"

Clarissa Morgan was stunned briefly, and after a silence, she lowered her gaze, saying, "Quentin, my dance studio just stabilized, and competitions are scheduled till next year; I truly can’t consider a child now, can you wait some time?"

"You don’t need to work so hard, I can support you."

"That’s my dream. I’ve been studying ballet since I was little, and before I met you, ballet was everything to me. So, I don’t want to give it up. For the child, please give me some more time."

Quentin Sterling stroked her long hair: "I just wish to ease your burden, to do something for you, yet in your domain, I find myself unable to help."

Clarissa Morgan turned to face him, embraced him, and with a smile said, "Just having you by my side is the greatest help."

Quentin Sterling laughed, pulling her closer: "Silly."

At night, Audrey Sutton herself hid under the covers browsing through her photos with Shane.

No need to mention others, even she, the woman who sees Shane daily, can’t take her eyes off these photos; the more she looks, the more she fondly recalls the sensation captured.

Previously, she thought her mom was being whimsical, even at her age, still swooning over her dad just to please him intentionally.

Now she suddenly somewhat understands her mom, as she feels Shane is someone who, even after decades, would still stir her heart.

She simply doesn’t know whether they can endure until that time.

Shane hasn’t entirely accepted her yet, and even if he does, love will undergo the test of time and slowly change.

Future matters harbor many, many uncertainties.

Comments were mostly of blessings and envy; yet, mixed within were predictions that they’ll likely divorce later on.

Audrey Sutton knows not to pay heed to what others say, but seeing such words still leaves her feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Not knowing why, just merely the thought that in the future they might separate again causes Audrey Sutton great distress inside.

She put down her phone, and breathing deeply, stared into the dark room.

After pausing for two seconds, she suddenly threw off the covers and, hugging the rabbit doll she sleeps with every night, got out of bed.

"Knock knock—"

The door was knocked as Shane was sitting on the bed reading.

"The door isn’t locked," he responded from outside.

In the next moment, Audrey Sutton pushed the door open and entered.

Standing by the door with her rabbit doll tall as her, she stared blankly at him.

He liked to wear glasses while reading, gazing through the lens at a somewhat unusual Audrey Sutton, he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Audrey Sutton turned back and closed the door, saying as she walked toward him, "I want to sleep with you."

Shane was a bit puzzled, and her demeanor seemed serious rather than playful.

He casually tossed the book onto the nightstand, asking her, "Watched horror movies?"

"No, I just want to sleep with you." Saying this, Audrey Sutton reached his bed, lifted his covers, and crawled in.

Shane naturally sensed her peculiarity, looking down at her snuggling beside him, her cuteness made him uneasy.

"Aren’t you sleeping?" she asked, looking up.

Shane single-handedly took off the glasses from his nose bridge, placed them aside while pressing the bedside lamp switch, turning off the room lights.

"Why are you crawling into the wolf’s den by yourself today?"

Audrey Sutton didn’t answer, instead released her rabbit doll, reached out to drag Shane’s arm onto her waist, saying, "Hold me while sleeping."

Her tone was a bit mischievous and somewhat pleading.

Her initiative made Shane increasingly uneasy, yet he naturally drew her into his arms.

He suddenly realized he was finding her emotional fluctuations increasingly difficult to understand.

Clearly, when returning at night, her mood was good, singing in the car constantly.

Could it be that she had watched some heartbreaking romantic drama, losing herself into it, starting to overthink and becoming insecure?

Having interacted for a long time, Shane understood she was internally quite sensitive, so such situations could entirely happen with her.

Unaware of the reason for her emotional shift, but knowing that her current anxiety was real.

Therefore, Shane tightened his arms around her a bit, trying through this manner to assure her, not wanting to see his little princess be so sentimental.