Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 127

But the moment Edith took a step, her knees threatened to give out beneath her and she nearly stumbled.

Her legs had been weak for so long that now, she hesitated, uncertain.

Justin couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. He bent down, chuckling, and swept her up into his arms like a princess.

As soon as she felt herself lifted off the ground, Edith instinctively threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him.

Justin relished the feeling–being needed by her.

He hurried up the winding staircase, carried her straight to the bedroom, and, just like before, nudged the door open with his foot.

The room was thick with his familiar scent–cedar and sandalwood, warm

and unmistakable.

He set Edith down on the bed, and the mattress gave way under her weight, enveloping her in softness.

Justin followed close behind, making the dip in the mattress even deeper. “Want to see a magic trick?” he asked, his voice rich and smooth, like aged whiskey.

Edith felt as if she’d had one too many drinks–her mind foggy, her senses swimming–and she nodded, dazed.

Justin reached over with his long, strong arm, picked up the remote from the nightstand, and pressed a button. Instantly, the heavy blackout curtains glided shut, blocking out the dazzling sunlight.

Where the room had been painfully bright just moments ago, it was now plunged into darkness–so deep she couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face.

So this was Justin’s magic: turning day into night with a single touch.

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And with that, their wedding night felt inevitable.

At least, with the lights so dim, Edith’s blush was safely hidden in the

shadows.

The air conditioning was set a couple of degrees cooler than the rest of the house, just enough to chase the warmth from her cheeks.

But the chill seeped into her skin, making her shiver a little.

Justin moved closer at just the right moment, his warmth perfectly balancing her coolness.

His voice dropped even lower, rough with restraint–so much so that Edith could hear it in every word. “Mrs. Hawksley, now it’s officially our

wedding night.”

Her mind began to drift.

Hearing “Mrs. Hawksley” from his lips felt strangely magical.

She kept replaying it in her head–Justin was Mr. Hawksley, and she was now Mrs. Hawksley.

Mrs. Hawksley. Mrs. Hawksley…

It was such a wonderful, surreal feeling.

Noticing her distraction, Justin grew a little impatient. He leaned down and claimed her lips.

Only when her breathing turned ragged did he murmur, “Mrs. Hawksley, while you’re under me, you’re not allowed to drift off.”

Edith tried to explain, but he sealed her words with another kiss.

That lingering kiss set fire to all the restraint they’d been holding back.

A mischievous sliver of sunlight crept through the tiniest gap in the curtains, casting a secret glow across the bed.

It reminded Edith that outside, the sun was blazing in a cloudless sky, while inside, they were lost in a hush of shadow and longing.

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