Celeste was shocked and at a loss for words. She felt a little awkward but was not overly flustered.

After ball/b, they bwere /bhusband and wife, and over the years, they had done bwhat /bmarried couples do plenty of btimes/b. Though she had always hoped Trevor would fall in love with her, she had never deliberately seduced him.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about it–she simply believed it wouldn’t work on him, so she had never acted

on the idea.

That was why she usually wore loose, cored, two–piece pajama sets at home.

The one she had on now was one such set–oversized and long enough that, even without pajama pants, it didn’t seem too revealing.

She had no intention of seducing him.

Still, to avoid any misunderstanding, bshe /bexined, “I just forgot to grab my pants.

Celeste was confident that her loose–fitting top, with its long hem, wasn’t revealing.

But she had overlooked something–her figure was naturally well–proportioned, with smooth curves in all the right ces. The high–low cut of the shirt–shorter in the front and longer in the back–entuated her long, fair legs. At certain angles, the lower hemline subtly hinted at areas that left little to the imagination.

Apart from that, she had just finished showering, so her skin looked fresh and glowing, and her face was soft and radiant. She exuded a clean, pure charm.

The oversized pajama shirt’s effect on her was simr to that of a man’s dress shirt worn by a woman- effortlessly alluring.

It was even more enticing than actual lingerie.

Trevor listened to her words, nced at her twice, then looked away. His tone was indifferent bas /bhe replied, “Okay.

Seeing that he didn’t misunderstand, Celeste let out a quiet breath of relief. Without another word, she turned and headed for the closet.

When she returned, now fully dressed, Trevor was still in the room.

Celeste didn’t think they had anything to talk about. After ncing at him once, she passed by and sat at the vanity to begin her skincare routine.

Trevor, meanwhile, stood up, grabbed his clothes, and went into the bbathroom /bfor a shower.

It was alreadyteb, /bbso /bafter finishing her skincare routine, Celeste got into bed.

Thest time she had bshared /ba bed with Trevor at Fleming bManor/b, she had beenpletely at peace and had fallen asleep quickly.

But tonight, her emotions were moreplicated, with the weight bof /bbhis /bbearlier /bpromise still lingering in her mind.

Shey awake for quite some time, unable to sleep.

By then, Trevor had finished his shower and emerged bfrom /bthe bbathroom/bb. /b

A whileter, he turned off the lights andy down on the other side of the bed.

Celeste didn’t open her eyes, but she could sense bthe /bdistance between them.

Trevor also had no intention of speaking to her, and the room was silent in the dark.

Eventually, her thoughts faded, and she drifted into unconsciousness,

bThe /bnext morning, Celeste woke up to find herself alone in bed.

After freshening up and changing, she went downstairs. Martha was already awake.

When she saw Celeste, Martha bwas /babout to say something when Trevor walked in from outside.

He was dressed in gray workout clothes, his hair damp with sweat–he had clearly just finished his morning run. He nced at Martha and greeted, “Morning”

Martha looked at the btwo /bof them and suddenly seemed unhappy. “You both woke up so early?”

Celeste found the remark strange. bWasn’t /bwaking up early a good thing? Why did Martha seem upset?

Before she could finish the thoughtb, /bTrevor calmly said, “I’ve studied pharmacology. That soup you gave bus /bdoesn’t work on me.”

With that, he turned and headed upstairs.

Celeste stiffened up. It took her two full seconds to realize what that meant–bTrevor /bwas saying that Martha had drugged the soup they drankst night.