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    But midway through, a thought struck her like a jolt of electricity. Norton wasn’t traveling. It meant they’d have to share the bed tonight.


    Her pulse kicked up a notch. The shower stretched longer than usual, hesitation creeping in with every passing minute.


    By the time Norton had finished his own shower and settled into bed, she was still inside. Eventually, his patience snapped, and he rapped on the door.


    “Are you nning to scrub yourself down to the bone?”


    His tone, as always, was blunt and cutting.


    “Coming out!” she called hastily.


    However, as she slipped into her pajamas, another realization hit her—one even worse than thest.


    In her rush, she had grabbed a backless set that barely covered her hips. And to make matters worse, it was thin and almost transparent.


    She had always preferred sleeping in light, airy clothing, but now, that choice might cost her. With Norton frequently away on business, she had grown used to having the entire bedroom—and bed—to herself, so she wore whatever she pleased. Besides, the fabric of this piece was soft and airy, making it one of her favorites.


    It was one thing to lounge in it alone. But now, with Norton back… that was a different story.


    “If you don’te out soon, I’ll assume you’ve gotten stuck on the toilet.” His voice came through the door, followed by an impatient knock.


    Yvonne bristled at his remark and shot back without hesitation, “You’re the one who got stuck on the toilet!”


    Norton found himself at a loss for words. Was it so wrong to be worried about Rachel?


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    “Fine, stay there then. I’m off to sleep,” Norton said, turning to leave.


    “Hold on,” Yvonne’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “Can you help me with something?”


    “What do you need?” he asked.


    “I left my nightgown behind. There’s a soft pink long nightgown in the wardrobe. Could you fetch it for me?”


    Norton responded with a smugugh. “I will, but you have to ask nicely.”


    “Please help me!” Yvonne’s straightforward request caught him off guard.


    Without further hesitation, he quickly returned with the nightgown. “How should I give this to you?”


    “Just crack the door open a bit, and you can slip it through. Thanks!”


    “Sure thing.”


    With Norton’s assistance, Yvonne felt a wave of relief wash over her. She changed into thefortable nightgown and left the bathroom.


    A cool breeze weed her as she stepped out, bringing immense relief. By eleven o’clock that night, both were in bed.


    Nortony in the middle of therge bed, while Yvonne stayed close to the edge.


    “What’s the matter? Do you think I’m covered in thorns?” Norton eyed the wide gap between them, his brow furrowed.


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