Chapter 6 Only One Bed


    J was startled. "If I''m not Jocelyn Lind, who else do you think I am? It''s such ame question,"


    she said jokingly.


    J had married Ethan as Jocelyn Lind. If she messed up the n, Fiona would not give her the


    money. Hannah was still at the hospital, waiting for the money to get her surgery done.


    Ethan frowned -- something seemed out of ce. Someone who had previously investigated the


    daughter of the Lind family told him that Jocelyn was an arrogant, willful, vain, brainless woman who


    liked seducing wealthy men for personal gain.


    Therefore, he pretended to be a penniless loser in front of J, thinking she was Jocelyn so that


    she would take the initiative to ask for a divorce because the woman despised the poor.


    However, the woman in front of him seemed surprisingly epting of his financial position, as well


    as his humble abode.


    Besides, her nervousness seemed apparent even though she tried her best to remain calm.


    Ethan felt the woman in front of her was kind and sweet. She seemed interesting to him.


    But it didn''t matter whether she was the real Jocelyn or not. He married Jocelyn only because this


    was his mother''sst wish on her deathbed.


    All he had to do was marry her.


    "It was a casual question. Forget about it." Ethan picked up the suit jacket and stepped back. "I


    have finished saying what I want to say. Do you have anything else to add?"


    J felt relieved. "No."


    She shook her head and looked around. There was only one bedroom and a tiny sofa in the living


    room. ''Do I have to sleep on the same bed with Ethan?'' she thought.


    Ethan turned around and was about to go to the bathroom when he saw the concern in her eyes.


    He remembered there was only one bed in the house. The house had been unupied for a long


    time; he only asked the servants to clean it every month.


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    "There''s only one bed here. I''ll sleep on the sofa tonight. You can sleep in the bedroom," Ethan


    said, casually unbuttoning his cuffs.


    J looked at him in surprise. ''Does he know how to read people''s minds? How does he know


    what I was thinking?'' she thought.


    Although J wanted him to sleep in the living room and was overjoyed that he offered before she


    asked, she pretended to be embarrassed. "Is that okay? It is our wedding night. Don''t you think it is


    inappropriate for you to sleep on the sofa? Besides, you are big and tall. How can you sleep


    comfortably on the small sofa?"


    "It is indeed ufortable. But there is only one bed here. If I want to sleepfortably, I might


    have to sleep here on the same bed with you." Ethan lowered his head and leaned closer to her. His


    eyes darkened as their gaze met. "I''ll join you after taking a shower," he whispered into her ear.


    "You... you''ve misunderstood me. I didn''t mean that." J''s eyes widened. She braced herself as


    a blush med her cheeks. She lowered her eyes, trying to escape. But there was nowhere to hide.


    She was forced to retreat to the wooden table.


    Seeing that she was about to hit the corner of the table, Ethan reached out and held her tightly in


    his arms.


    "Then, what did you mean?" Ethan asked, cocking his head to the side with a yful glint in his


    eyes.


    J blinked at him, looking like a trapped animal.


    Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel Ethan''s warm breath blowing against her neck.


    The man''s body heat cloaked her. She had the urge to run away.


    "I just want to sleep alone. And you just said that we only needed to be a nominal couple."


    "Well, I can change my mind. Being a real couple seems like a good option. After all, it looks like


    you want to consummate the wedding." Ethan withdrew his hand from her waist and tucked a loose


    strand of hair behind her ear.


    "No, I don''t!" J hissed through her teeth. Her face turned red, looking like an angry kitten.


    "Well, it looks like it. You are inviting a man to sleep on the same bed with you," Ethan said


    indifferently.


    J pushed him away, rushed into the bedroom, closed the door behind her, and locked it.


    Seeing her reaction, Ethan chuckled outside.


    Leaning against the door, J panted for breath. Her heart was beating faster than normal. Her


    face burned as if she had a fever.


    As her racing heart gradually slowed down, she made up her mind to hit Ethan with themp on the


    bedside table if he trieding anywhere near her.


    J then cautiously sat on the bed, her gaze fixed on the closed door. She couldn''t fall asleep until


    it was veryte.