Serena Summers thought she had been discreet enough not to wake the man beside her.
However, the next second, the little foot she stretched out suddenly bumped into a hard wall.
Serena Summers was bewildered for a moment, then tentatively pressed down with her foot.
The sensation underfoot was a covetable warmth.
Serena Summers, who'd always been sensitive to cold, couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise after feeling the man's warmth.
Why was her husband so warm?
In the next instant, her slender ankle was grasped by a warm hand, and the man beside her suddenly opened his eyes.
"Serena Summers."
"Ah? What's up?" Serena Summers blinked guiltily, struggling to withdraw her foot.
But the man's grip was strong; she couldn't escape at all.
"What are you doing?"
The man's voice was rich and husky, like a cello — melodious and profound, laced with an indescribable resignation.