My Husband Warm The Bed (Karen Daly) novel Chapter 1629

"Monique, you really enjoy going against me on purpose, don't you?!" Levi scowled. He hated it when Monique defied him, but he loathed himself even more for developing feelings for her. Someone once told him that men love unpredictable women. Well, he guessed it was true.

While wiping her hair, Monique asked, "Weren't you sleepy? Didn't you want to sleep? So why are you picking a fight with me?"

"I'm just..." His voice faltered.

Monique forgot that when she showered earlier, she had removed the usual heavy lotion she applied to her skin that made her look greasy. Hence, at present, her skin was smooth, soft, and glowing under the light. Levi stared at her in disbelief.

D*mn!

Were his eyes playing tricks on him?

Why did he suddenly feel that Monique's complexion was glowing? She looked so serene and tender, and did not seem like the usual tomboy she was!

"Levi, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?" Monique did not realize how charming she was to him.

"You're here, how can I sleep?" Inwardly, he felt that he really wanted her, and he gulped nervously. "Come over here."

"What do you want?" Monique finally realized that something was amiss. He was looking intensely at her, desire in his eyes.

Monique clenched her fists and took a step back. She watched him warily. "Spill it. I can hear you."

"D*mn it..." Levi was aroused by her, but he did not have the guts to touch her.

Judging from how she was watching him warily, Levi knew without a doubt that she would tear him apart if he dared to make a move.

"Levi, don't you dare cross the line," Monique yelled angrily. "Who the f*ck called me and said he was frightened? I wouldn't have come if you did not say that."

Levi scratched his head in frustration. "Did I ask you to come over?"

If she didn't come over, he wouldn't be in this state, thinking that she was beautiful and wishing to act recklessly.

Monique wanted to refute, but she was at a loss for words. He didn't ask her to come over. It was her own decision. "All right, you are right."

Levi stared intensely at Monique. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that she was really beautiful. She looked like a stunning woman he once met. His heart raced and he said in a ragged voice, "Monique, is it so difficult to admit that you have a crush on me? Just admit it. I might be kind enough to fulfill your wish."

After all, he didn't like to let beautiful women down.

"Yes, I have a crush on you." She had fallen for him. It was not a big deal to admit it. After all, he was not interested in her. "Young Master Brown, are you satisfied now?"

Satisfied?

What the f*ck was there to be satisfied with!

She admitted so reluctantly. It was not sincere at all.

He gritted his teeth and turned his gaze away from her. "Go get me a cup of water."

If he continued staring at her, he might lose control of himself and act recklessly.

"I..." his voice faltered. She made no attempt to hide the disgust on her face. His heart sank and he gradually regained his composure.

He wanted her but he did not want her to loathe him. Moreover, he did not wish to hurt her... but he was also reluctant to let her go.

Within seconds, Levi made up his mind.

As Monique struggled, he pretended to fall onto the bed and pinched himself with all his might before she turned around. He moaned, "It hurts, it hurts, d*mn it..."

"Levi, don't act. I didn't even exert all my strength, there's no way I could've hurt you..." At first, Monique thought he was pretending, but she became doubtful when he grimaced in pain. Worried, she went over and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

His heart ached. His entire body ached. Levi thought to himself but he did not utter a word. He pressed his hands against his abdomen and rolled onto his side.

He had to thank his mother, Mia for his good acting skills. It was how he escaped a scolding from Mia back when he was a child.

He really looked like he was in agony, and Monique took the bait.

Monique was on the pins and needles. She sat down beside him and touched his forehead gently. "Levi, are you getting a fever due to the wounds?"

Her hands were soft and cold. Levi almost heaved a sigh, but fortunately, he stopped himself in the nick of time.

He said weakly, "It's okay, I won't die. You don't need to worry about me, Miss Zellweger."

She would definitely take the bait. He was sure of it!