Chapter 188 A Passionate Night

Clara's head was still buried in the blankets, and she was starting to wonder if she had lost her mind, her face flushed. "Matthew, keep your hands to yourself," she said. Matthew's hands had already found their way onto her clothes. "Clara, I can't help myself," Matthew replied, pulling his hand back. In fact, he had indulged himself an hour before Clara even woke up. "Seriously?" Clara didn't even want to confront him. Her bra had already been undone. She didn't really need to care. After all, they had done much more intimate things together. Clara turned over to face Matthew. The morning was the easiest time for men's desire. Matthew felt a tightening in his lower abdomen, reacting. "Matthew, I really wish we could stay like this forever," Clara said, reaching out to touch his chin. It felt a bit prickly. "Of course, we can remarry. We can pick a good day, get our marriage license, and have a wedding where you like. We'll even have kids." Their bloodline would carry on, an