Chapter 1481


    Charlie was taking off his clothes all the way. By the time he reached the bathtub, he was naked. He


    touched her with his long, sturdy leg. "Move a little bit."


    "You can wait until I''m done." Grace refused.


    Without saying anything else, Charlie entered the bathtub and sat down, almost sshing the water


    into the wine ss.


    "Hey!"


    Grace hissed, hurriedly holding the wine ss steady. Charlie nearly made her spill the wine.


    Charlie cheekily squeezed in.


    The bathtub was not big. The two people had to sit naked close together.


    He got excited. Grace nced at him and warned, "Forget it. I''m exhausted."


    With a soft sigh, Charlie put the ss of wine aside, held her waist with his hot hands, and put her


    on hisp.


    Grace reached out and hit him on thep.


    "You are murdering your husband! If you had hit harder, I would have been unable to make you


    happy anymore!"


    Charlie screamed in pain.


    "Take your bath. Go out if you don''t want to.


    Grace was suppressing her desire.


    She was too tired to have sex with him.


    Charlie nodded and let her lie on his chest.


    "Mom is aged and her legs are not good. Can we move back? We can move out when she has


    recovered."


    Grace answered, "It sounds good, but even if we live in the vi, what can we do?


    There are servants. Can''t they help?"


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    "It''s better to move back."


    Charlie said, "To reassure her for a while."


    Grace was unwilling to do so. It hadn''t been long since she moved out. She wanted to stay here


    longer.


    Charlie gripped her shoulders. "Listen to me this time. After all, she can''t walk now."


    "We live close to her. It''s convenient for us to go back, isn’t it? I want to live alone with you. Just live


    here a little longer, okay?"


    Grace pouted.


    Hearing this, Charlie had to agree.


    Grace smiled charmingly and massaged his shoulders. "Thanks, hubby.”


    Charlie gave a wry smile. He could do nothing with her.


    The next day, when Grace was working in the restaurant, she felt pain in her legs and was too tired


    to finish the work, wondering if it was because she had rested for a few days and was


    unustomed to hard work after that.


    She put one hand on her hip and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her legs were sore and weak.


    She almost couldn''t stand.


    Finally, she gave up. She threw the things into the pot, stood up, and walked out.


    Mckenzie came up to her and asked," Where to?" "My legs hurt very much. I can''t go on. I''m going


    to take a break," Grace said.