At this moment, Mabel Doyle had already taken a shower and was lying in bed looking at her phone. Seeing him come in, she immediately stopped what she was doing.
Staring at him, she asked, "Where's the child?"
"Mom's taking him tonight..." Bryan White smiled, not wanting her to notice anything unusual, and walked over to sit by the bed.
The man's tall body leaned over her, cupping her face as he kissed her, and Mabel didn't dodge, letting him kiss her.
They kissed for just a moment, and both began to feel something, especially Bryan White, whose breathing had become heavy, but the woman's body had not fully recovered.
In the end, he had to stop abruptly.
"How much longer until I can touch you?" He moved away from her lips, pinching her chin with his fingers, a faint hint of blood in his green eyes, filled with deep longing.
"A few more days, according to the doctor..." The woman panted slightly, patting his face, knowing he had waited for so long.
