Chapter 7 Is This the Magic of Love?

Alexa wiped the hot mist rising from her nose and changed the subject. "Are there any clothes? I want to take off the wedding dress."

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

Alexa opened the wardrobe 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 stared at her back and saw her flushed cheeks. He rested on his chin with one hand, and his eyes were dark and deep.

Twenty minutes later, when Alexa came out, Bentley was lying on the sofa. His long body was nestled in the small place, a little cramped.

He let her sleep on the bed. He was a gentleman, but it was uncomfortable for him to sleep with his legs curled up.

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

In the end, she covered him with a blanket.