Revenge of the Betrayed Billionaire

114. Assumptions

After their heated activities, Hazel rested her head on Glenn's chest as he lay sprawled out asleep.

She studied Glenn's face closely, the face of the man she had secretly longed for and never dared to hope for reciprocation.

Now, who would have thought that man would become her husband, and even love her so dearly?

Hazel's fingertips traced imaginary lines on Glenn's chest as her mind wandered. She imagined how fortunate her life had become when suddenly Glenn's hand caught hers.

"Want some more?" teased Glenn, grinning.

Hazel quickly withdrew her hand from Glenn's grasp, panicked. "No—," she refused, shaking her head vigorously.

Her body felt sore after their week-long heated encounters. Hazel had lost count of how many times they had done it in a day, stopping only for meals and bathroom breaks or when she needed to rest, which rarely exceeded four hours.

She couldn't understand why she needed Glenn's presence so much now, unable to be far from him. It was as if her body craved Gle