Cold Shower

"Ah... my husband's bed is so comfortable..."

Lying on the double bed of the presidential suite, Maria wished she could roll around on it.

Charles stood aside, holding a glass of red wine, and looking at her happy appearance, he chuckled quietly, "Well, should I talk to William, from now on you can stay in the hotel with me?"

"That wouldn't be good."

Maria lay on the bed, her amber eyes staring at the ceiling, and pouted, "Because of that dinner party, they already don't like me very much. If you give me this privilege, there will be more people like Yoyo and Rivata in the future. I really don't want to continue arguing with them, it's tiresome."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Charles finished his glass of red wine, walked over, and laid next to Maria, his hands gently embracing her, "It's all my fault, to make up for your hurt feelings, I'll take you out tomorrow."

"Go out?"

Maria raised her head in surprise, her eyes only saw his chin, then she playfully rubbed his chin with her nose, "Isn't it