Chapter 4 Play with Fire

Seeing his dark gaze, she instinctively pulled her foot back, but with too much force. As it jerked upward, it suddenly touched a place it shouldn't have!

Even through his pants, she felt an unmistakable heat!

Her movements froze instantly, and the air seemed to plunge into an eerie silence.

Angie unconsciously licked her lips, feeling her mouth and throat suddenly dry.

"Char-" Her voice caught in her throat as Charlie suddenly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

"Do you know what it means to play with fire?" Charlie's deep voice whispered in her ear, his dark eyes intense, concealing endless passion-

Charlie silenced her with a kiss.

Unlike Angie's clumsy attempt earlier, this kiss sent electric shocks through her entire body. She trembled, instantly melting into his embrace.

Despite being married for six months and having their first intimate experience just last night, Angela was still inexperienced. She timidly moved her tongue, only to have Charlie deepen the kiss, stealing her breath away.

Feeling dizzy, Angie closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt Charlie's lips move to her sensitive ear. His husky voice whispered, "Bennett's breaking. Sleep now, or you won't tonight."

Her eyes flew open, meeting his intense gaze.

"Mrs. Bennett, you were in agony last night. Sure you can handle it again tonight?"

Angie had only intended to talk things out when she came to his room. Though she'd considered intimacy, memories of last night's pain flooded her mind. She instinctively shrank back.

Yet, she didn't miss how he'd called her "Mrs. Bennett."

So her efforts today haven't been in vain after all.

Since she was still Mrs. Charlie and wanted to be his wife for life. How could she avoid this aspect of their relationship?

"Will it hurt as much the second time?" she asked hesitantly.

Caught off guard by her question, he stared at her for a long moment, his gaze intense enough to devour her whole.

But then his eyes fell on the marks still visible on her neck...

Charlie vividly remembered how he'd ravished her last night, driven by the drug in his drink and his anger.

If they were to do it again so soon, she might not leave bed for days.

Charlie sighed softly. "Don't test a man's patience. I'll let you off tonight, but if you sneak into my arms tomorrow night, you'll face the consequences."

Angie remained silent in his embrace.

"Go back to sleep," Charlie said, ruffling her hair.

As he was about to get up, Angie quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I want to sleep here!" she insisted.

Charlie's eyes darkened as he looked at the determined yet shy young woman.

Embarrassed by his gaze, Angie quickly withdrew her arms and pulled the covers over her face, hiding from his view.

He chuckled, "If you're shy, go back to your own room."

"No, I want to sleep here!" came Angela's muffled reply from under the covers.

Finally acknowledging her sudden change in behavior, Charlie lay down on his side, his gaze fixed on Angie, who was still hiding under the blanket.

Everything around them suddenly became very quiet.

Angie cautiously peeked out from under the covers.

She found Charlie lying beside her, his clear eyes focused on her.

Blushing, Angie met his gaze and asked softly, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"How can I sleep with you lying here?"

Angie instinctively glanced at the bed beneath them. "This bed isn't small. It's no different from the one in the master bedroom. I won't crowd you! Why can't you sleep?"

Charlie smiled at her words.

"What's so funny?" Thinking he still doubted her sincerity, Angela moved closer to him under the covers, showing that she had no intention of living separately anymore.

"Angie," he suddenly called her name, his voice low and husky.

"Hm?"

"You should have been this proactive earlier."

Angie unconsciously moved even closer to him, not wanting to hear more. If she had listened any longer, she feared she wouldn't sleep all night.

Charlie, noticing her closeness, suddenly cupped her chin and gave her a deep kiss. He only released her when she was breathless.

If he kissed her any longer, neither of them would get any sleep tonight.

Angela's face flushed to her ears. As she tried to burrow into the covers, Charlie suddenly got out of bed.

She quickly sat up, clutching the blanket. "Where are you going?"

Without turning back, Charlie entered the bathroom, leaving only two words: "Taking a shower!"

Angela was confused for a moment.

Hadn't he just showered? Why was he showering again?

It wasn't until she heard the prolonged sound of running water from the bathroom that she finally understood.

Her face burning, she almost laughed out loud. She lay back down, hugging the blanket and breathing in the clean, crisp scent that belonged to Charlie...

---

6 am, a thin mist hung in the air as dawn broke.

Angela awoke with a start from a nightmare of her past life. She sat up abruptly in bed.

The space beside her was empty, and the room's silence left her feeling hollow. She quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed, stumbling slightly due to her hasty movement. She steadied herself by grabbing onto a nearby table.

The sound of the door opening made her look up. There stood Charlie, fully dressed and looking pristine.

He seemed to have just woken up and showered, wearing a crisp shirt and trousers.

"Feeling unwell?" Charlie asked, noticing Angela's pale complexion as he approached her.

Angie kept her eyes fixed on him, watching his every move. Even as he came closer and gently placed his hand on her forehead, she continued to stare at him.

So yesterday wasn't a dream after all.

Charlie withdrew his hand, noticing her intense gaze. She used to resist his touch; perhaps yesterday's unusual behavior was due to a nightmare?

Was she back to her senses today? Ready to push him away again?

Charlie silenced her with a kiss.

Unlike Angie's clumsy attempt earlier, this kiss sent electric shocks through her entire body. She trembled, instantly melting into his embrace.

Despite being married for six months and having their first intimate experience just last night, Angela was still inexperienced. She timidly moved her tongue, only to have Charlie deepen the kiss, stealing her breath away.

Feeling dizzy, Angela closed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt Charlie's lips move to her sensitive ear. His husky voice whispered, "Bennett's breaking. Sleep now, or you won't tonight."

Her eyes flew open, meeting his intense gaze.

"Mrs. Bennett, you were in agony last night. Sure you can handle it again tonight?"

Angie had only intended to talk things out when she came to his room. Though she'd considered intimacy, memories of last night's pain flooded her mind. She instinctively shrank back.

Yet, she didn't miss how he'd called her "Mrs. Bennett."

So her efforts today haven't been in vain after all.

Since she was still Mrs. Charlie and wanted to be his wife for life. How could she avoid this aspect of their relationship?

"Will it hurt as much the second time?" she asked hesitantly.

Caught off guard by her question, he stared at her for a long moment, his gaze intense enough to devour her whole.

But then his eyes fell on the marks still visible on her neck...

Charlie vividly remembered how he'd ravished her last night, driven by the drug in his drink and his anger.

If they were to do it again so soon, she might not leave the bed for days.

Charlie sighed softly. "Don't test a man's patience. I'll let you off tonight, but if you sneak into my arms tomorrow night, you'll face the consequences."

Angela remained silent in his embrace.

"Go back to sleep," Charlie said, ruffling her hair.

As he was about to get up, Angela quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I want to sleep here!" she insisted.

Charlie's eyes darkened as he looked at the determined yet shy young woman.

Embarrassed by his gaze, Angela quickly withdrew her arms and pulled the covers over her face, hiding from his view.

He chuckled, "If you're shy, go back to your own room."

"No, I want to sleep here!" came Angela's muffled reply from under the covers.

Finally acknowledging her sudden behavior change, Charlie lay down on his side, his gaze fixed on Angela, who was still hiding under the blanket.

Everything around them suddenly became very quiet.

Angie cautiously peeked out from under the covers.

She found Charlie lying beside her, his clear eyes focused on her.

Blushing, Angie met his gaze and asked softly, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"How can I sleep with you lying here?"

Angie instinctively glanced at the bed beneath them. "This bed isn't small. It's no different from the one in the master bedroom. I won't crowd you! Why can't you sleep?"

Charlie smiled at her words.

"What's so funny?" Thinking he still doubted her sincerity, Angela moved closer to him under the covers, showing that she had no intention of living separately anymore.

"Angie," he suddenly called her name, his voice low and husky.

"Hm?"

"You should have been this proactive earlier."

Angie unconsciously moved even closer to him, not wanting to hear more. If she had listened any longer, she feared she wouldn't sleep all night.

Charlie, noticing her closeness, suddenly cupped her chin and gave her a deep kiss. He only released her when she was breathless.

If he kissed her any longer, neither of them would get any sleep tonight.

Angela's face flushed to her ears. As she tried to burrow into the covers, Charlie suddenly got out of bed.

She quickly sat up, clutching the blanket. "Where are you going?"

Without turning back, Charlie entered the bathroom, leaving only two words: "Taking a shower!"

Angela was confused for a moment.

Hadn't he just showered? Why was he showering again?

It wasn't until she heard the prolonged sound of running water from the bathroom that she finally understood.

Her face burning, she almost laughed out loud. She lay back down, hugging the blanket and breathing in the clean, crisp scent that belonged to Charlie...

---

6 am, a thin mist hung in the air as dawn broke.

Angie awoke with a start from a nightmare of her past life. She sat up abruptly in bed.

The space beside her was empty, and the room's silence left her feeling hollow. She quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed, stumbling slightly due to her hasty movement. She steadied herself by grabbing onto a nearby table.

The sound of the door opening made her look up. There stood Charlie, fully dressed and looking pristine.

He seemed to have just woken up and showered, wearing a crisp shirt and trousers.

"Feeling unwell?" Charlie asked, noticing Angie's pale complexion as he approached her.

Angie kept her eyes fixed on him, watching his every move. Even as he came closer and gently placed his hand on her forehead, she continued to stare at him.

So yesterday wasn't a dream after all.

Charlie withdrew his hand, noticing her intense gaze. She used to resist his touch; perhaps yesterday's unusual behavior was due to a nightmare?

Was she back to her senses today? Ready to push him away again?