My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 1382

Chapter 1382 Can We Continue After Measuring?
Just like now, he knew that Charlotte didn't feel she had done anything wrong at all. She instinctively used her usual tactics to coax him, and with just a few words, his heart softened.

Charlotte lowered her head and gently kissed Jerry's thin lips, whispering softly, “Jerry, I miss you so much. Please don't ignore me.”

Her lips were soft and alluring, like a deadly poison that drew people in.

Jerry was at a complete loss. He grabbed the woman's slender waist and pulled her onto his lap, making it easier to kiss her. Charlotte snuggled into his embrace, and the loose belt on her sleeping robe was rubbed open.

She straddled the man, her delicate body faintly visible beneath her nightgown. As she moved, her shoulder slipped out from the garment.

The skin was delicate, even fairer than the light.

Jerry lifted his hand to brush away the wet hair on her cheek. Charlotte smiled gently, and her rose-like, vibrant lips landed on his tense neck, playfully kissing and nibbling.

The man was completely lost in passion, unable to extricate himself. However, Charlotte suddenly remembered something and got off him without any warning.

“Wait a moment, there's something important to do.”

Jerry quickly pulled her back, his voice hoarse and restrained, “I remember your menstrual cycle, and now it's your safe period. I won't finish inside later.”

“Ah, that's not it.” Charlotte rolled her eyes at him.

She casually pulled up her slipping nightgown and went over to pick up the bag on the couch. She opened it and took out a roll of measuring tape. Then, she opened the notes app on her phone and handed it to Jerry.

Charlotte said, “I'll help you take measurements of some body parts and send them to Ms. Joule later.”

Jerry wouldn't go to the tailor shop, so she had no choice but to help out herself.

“Right!” She quickly recalled that male celebrity, “You resemble the lead actor from that popular movie a few years ago, A Long Night.”

Jerry said with a hint of sarcasm, “You remember it so clearly. Is he your ex-boyfriend?”

“No, I haven't seen him before,” Charlotte realized she misspoke and quickly changed the subject. “But he's quite handsome and has a mischievous smile. I've heard that his grandfather is the president of a well-known gang in Wusteria, an heir of the mafia. Even the local government is wary of their family.”

Charlotte frowned and said, “I really hate these kinds of gangs. They're simply the scum of society.”

The mafia thrived on fighting for territory, plundering others' property to grow wealthy, and becoming increasingly unscrupulous as it expanded. They stopped at nothing for money, dabbling in all sorts of illicit activities, including drugs, and exploiting women.

Charlotte felt such disgust because she had experienced this kind of situation before.