Chapter 1392 - 1431: I Won’t Do Anything to You

"Alright... sleep." Although she said this, she found it hard to fall asleep with him lying next to her, her whole body was tense.

Mabel Quinn could only silently count sheep in her heart, but when she reached the 102nd sheep, his voice suddenly sounded in her ear again, "Can’t sleep?"

"Huh?" She was startled, "You’re not asleep yet?"

"How could I sleep if you haven’t?" he said.

She bit her lip, "How did you know... um, I wasn’t asleep?" After all, in such darkness, she hadn’t made a sound.

"I could tell from your breathing," he said, "The rhythm of your breathing changes when you’re asleep or awake."

"..." She was speechless. Was it that when she was next to him, pretending to sleep was difficult? But then his voice sounded in her ear again, "Does having me by your side keep you awake?"

"Huh?" She was taken aback, unsure how to answer at the moment.

Her current insomnia was indeed because of him, but...

"If it truly affects your rest, I’ll get out of bed, and you sleep, I’ll go to the room next door," he said, as he prepared to get up.

"No!" She suddenly grabbed his arm, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I... I’m having trouble sleeping because of you, but... it’s not your fault, it’s just me overthinking..."

In the darkness, she felt her face burning, as if she could feel his gaze, as if his eyes were on her face, watching her at this moment, causing her voice to become softer the more she spoke.

"Are you afraid I’ll do something to you?" he asked in a low voice.

Her body trembled suddenly, feeling his breath brush against her ear, sending a warm, tingling sensation.

At this moment, he was speaking with his lips close to her ear!

In the darkness, she almost instinctively turned her head away, covering her now burning ear with one hand, "No... no..." But her answer seemed so weak and powerless. To be precise, she wasn’t afraid he would do anything to her, but was more like anticipating that he might do something.

"Rest assured, I won’t do anything to you," his voice sounded again, very close, as if his face was just inches from hers, his warm breath sprayed on her face.

Even in the darkness, Mabel had a feeling that if she moved a little closer, her face would touch his.

Then his fingers touched her lips, the pads of his fingers gently and tenderly caressing, carrying an indescribable affection and tenderness, "No matter how much I want to, I won’t do anything to you. I will wait until you truly want to accept me, truly and completely fall in love with me again..."

He didn’t want her to feel the slightest compulsion, the slightest hesitation, or even the slightest regret afterwards.

Therefore, for this, he could endure, even when she lay beside him, the faint fragrance she exuded was a kind of temptation to him, he could restrain himself from this, work hard to suppress this impulse.