Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 1130

When Winnie slowly emerged from the bathroom, the living room was silent, with only a single wall lamp to dispel the darkness.

She took two steps forward and quietly opened the door to the guest room, where Noah was ripe and breathing evenly.

Winnie closed the door again.

Why don't she just sleep on the couch?

If Noah gets up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and sees her, there's always an excuse.

Just as Winnie was about to head into the living room, the master bedroom door opened behind her, and Channing wrapped his arms around her waist and carried her back to her room.

Before Winnie had time to react, the person was already lying on the bed.

Channing hung above her body, palm holding her wrist, his eyes moving from her eyes, slowly to his lips, he spoke unhurriedly, "Where do you want to go at this late hour, sister."

Winnie blushed, she couldn't help but look away and stammered, "It's too hot, I'd better sleep on the couch."

Channing glanced at the air conditioning control panel, "The room temperature is now 25."

"Really, it's still a little hot, I ......"

She said, struggling to get up, but Channing was one step ahead of her, getting up and moving toward the air conditioning panel, pressing it a few times before Winnie felt a strong, cold breeze hit her.

Channing turned to her and asked, "Is it still hot."

Winnie shivered from the cold, but said stiffly, "A little."

"It'll be ready in a minute."

He returned to the bed and sat beside her.

The man's body temperature was already high, and his arm unintentionally touching hers almost made her shiver.

Winnie moved a little to the side, trying to distance herself from him.

Channing inclined his head to look at her, "Still hot?"

"Yeah, so I'd better get out there ......"

Winnie was just about to stand up when Channing grabbed her arm.

Meanwhile, Winnie couldn't help but sneeze.

Awkwardness and silence spread instantly.

Channing got back up and turned the air conditioning up a few more degrees.

Winnie rubbed her nose, feeling goose bumps all over her body.

She couldn't find any excuse now, so she could only move back, then lift the corner of the quilt and quickly get in.

When Channing looked back, he saw her wrapped up in a ball and curled up on the edge of the bed.

His mouth curled and he walked to the other side and laid down.

Winnie closed her eyes in a hurry.

Channing reached over and turned off the lights.

Winnie secretly exhaled, fortunately the bed was big enough.

She kept the position and was able to maintain a safe distance as well.

Only ......

As if to confirm her thoughts, in just a moment, Channing took her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Winnie opened her eyes unawares and put her hand against his chest, "You ......"

Channing whispered, "I'm cold, sis."

Winnie: "......"

Being blown against the cold air of more than ten degrees, can not be cold.

She whispered, "Then you can raise the air conditioner a little more."

"No, this is just right."

Winnie suspected that he did it on purpose--

No, no need to doubt, he did it on purpose.