<b>Chapter </b><b>29 </b>
Charlotte bit her lip, looking somewhat gloomy.
She put <b>down </b>the bag <b>and </b><b>said</b><b>, </b>I’m going to cook<b>.</b>”
Charlotte was busy in <b>the </b>kitchen.
On weekdays, the <b>nanny </b>would always have vegetables and meat in the refrigerator. In the past, when she wasn’t busy<b>, </b>she would personally cook and <b>wait </b><b>for </b><b>Jaxson </b>toe back.
Even if Jaxson didn’te back for dinner, she would personally reheat the food for him when he arrivedter<b>, </b>
But <b>he </b><b>never </b><b>moved</b>.
<b>Just </b><b>saying</b><b>, </b><b>she </b>didn’t <b>need </b>to <b>do </b><b>all </b>of that.
<b>For </b><b>six </b><b>years</b>, <b>she </b><b>had </b><b>tried </b>to fulfill her duties <b>as </b>a wife, but he rejected them <b>all</b>.
She <b>didn’t </b><b>want </b><b>to </b><b>anymore</b><b>, </b><b>and </b>he <b>started </b>bossing her around <b>again</b><b>? </b>
<b>Charlotte </b>didn’t think much, she just wanted to quickly <b>prepare </b><b>the </b><b>meal</b>.
Just <b>as </b><b>she </b><b>was </b><b>reaching </b>for the vinegar in the upper <b>cab</b>, her hand couldn’t <b>reach </b>it.
<b>In </b>an <b>instant</b>, <b>a </b><b>shadow </b><b>fell </b><b>over </b>her and effortlessly took the bottle of vinegar down.
Charlotte could feel the <b>tall </b>and hot body behind her, almost enveloping her.
She did have intimate contact with him.
Once in the bathroom, when he pressed her against the <b>wall </b>and demanded her to turn around, it was <b>just </b><b>as </b>scorching.
Charlotte suddenly came to <b>her </b>senses and moved to the side, “The food is not <b>ready </b>yet, <b>you </b><b>go </b>out and wait first,”
Seeing her seemingly <b>deliberately </b>avoiding him, Jaxson’s <b>eyes </b>darkened slightly as he pulled her into his <b>arms</b>.
She <b>froze </b>suddenly.
“What <b>are </b>you hiding from? I didn’t <b>see </b>you hiding when I touched you before. The smile in his eyes, however, <b>was </b>somewhat <b>teasing</b>.”
Charlotte’s heart skipped a <b>beat</b>, her whole face flushing red.
Ashamed and <b>embarrassed</b>.
So is this considered <b>an </b>insult to her<b>? </b>
“Not suitable…”
“Why is it not suitable anymore<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Jaxson’s palm wrapped around her waist slipped under her dress, she instinctively stopped him<b>, </b>but the <b>man </b>became more audacious<b>, </bughing, “I <b>don’t </b>think I’ve <b>ever </b>wanted <b>you </b>in the kitchen<b>.</b>”
She <b>had </b>seen the way a man looks when he is moved.
When he thought, he always had this straightforward look.
Just the thought of him sleeping with Caroline <b>made </b>her sick to her stomach.
<b>Sensible </b><b>and </b>sober, she pushed away the lips that <b>were </b>trying to kiss <b>her</b><b>, </b><b>saying</b><b>, </b>“I don’t want to!”