As Jacob walked down a path of no return, his condescending demeanor prompted Charlie to shake his head in disappointment before retreating to his room.

Meanwhile, Claire had just finished her shower and slipped into her lavender silk spaghetti pajamas.

The delicate fabric exposed her shoulders, and her skin felt as smooth as the silk itself. The pajamas clung to her figure, leaving her back mostly bare. Tonight, Charlie found himself unusually captivated by Claire, his throat tightening as he gazed at her.

She was lounging sideways on the bed, the thin, silky material hugging her graceful curves like a second skin. The hem of her pajama top rested gently over her thighs, while her long, fair legs stretched out lazily on the bed.

Noticing Charlie’s intense stare, Claire blushed and playfully scolded him, “Stop looking at me like that; it’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

Charlie flashed a sheepish grin. “Darling, you’re so beautiful that it’s never enough to just look.”

Claire rolled her eyes at his playful compliment, but a glimmer of joy sparkled in her gaze.

Charlie had truly surprised her today. She had always thought he had some basic skills in fortune-telling and martial arts, but she never imagined he possessed such remarkable power. He had even saved her best friend’s life in a critical moment—an extraordinary feat!

Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, “Charlie, how did you become so powerful all of a sudden? You handled the Butcher Brothers with such ease.”

With a smug grin, Charlie replied, “It’s a secret, but I’ll share it if you let me kiss you.”

Claire smacked her lips in playful annoyance and blushed, saying, “Dream on!”

Charlie, momentarily distracted by Claire’s alluring posture, quickly turned to the closet to fetch a quilt but was taken aback by what he saw.

The closet was empty, and the quilt he usually used to sleep on the floor was missing.

“Darling, where’s my quilt?” he inquired.

Claire gasped as if a thought struck her, exclaiming, “I threw it into the washing machine!”

Charlie was left speechless, realizing he had nothing to lay on the floor for the night. He sighed, “I can’t sleep on the floor without my quilt. I guess I’ll sleep on the sofa instead.”

“Idiot,” Claire teased. She opened her closet, pulled out her quilt, and handed it to him. “Use mine.”

As Charlie held the quilt, a subtle fragrance wafted from it. Excitedly, he said, “Dear, you’re so sweet to me.”

Claire gave him a teasing glance and huffed, “Let’s just get some sleep.”

Nodding, Charlie hugged Claire’s quilt, inhaling the faint scent that made him feel jittery and thrilled.

If things continued like this, he thought, he might soon be sharing a bed with his wife.

Then Claire added, “Oh, by the way, I’ll be busy with my studio for the next couple of days. I’ve set up the office, and now it’s time to tackle some projects. Please stay home and keep Dad company; make sure he doesn’t go to Antique Street and buy useless things, okay?”

“Why don’t I help you at your studio? You don’t have to pay me; I can handle tasks like wiping tables, vacuuming, and making coffee!”

Claire smiled. “You don’t need to worry about that. There won’t be much for you to do at the studio, and if there is, it’ll mostly be me sketching and drafting designs. It’s better if you stay home and take care of the household chores.”