Chapter 7 Is This the Magic of Love?

Alexa Wilson wiped the hot mist rising from her nose, and changed the subject: "Okay. Do you have a change of clothes? I want to take off the wedding dress."

Bentley Davila smiled and nodded, "The wardrobe on the left."

Alexa Wilson opened the cabinet door and saw that there were all women's clothes, obviously prepared in advance.

"I'm going to wash up, you go to bed first," she said.

"Okay." Bentley Davila stared at her back, naturally catching her flushed cheeks. He rested on his chin with one hand, his eyes were dark and deep.

Twenty minutes later, when Alexa Wilson came out again, Bentley Davila was already lying on the sofa. His long body was nestled in the small place, which was cramped.

She paused, let her sleep on the bed? He's a gentleman, but it's uncomfortable for him to sleep with his legs curled up.

She opened her lips to wake him up, but seeing his gentle and calm face, she couldn't bear to disturb him.