Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

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Chapter 392

"What about your end? Is Shawn coming?"

Gale said, "He’s on the way."

Sam reassured her, "Things will go smoothly. If you look at it in another way, even if we fail..."

Gale took a deep breath. "No, we won't fail!"

Footsteps could be heard coming from afar.

Shawn was there!

Gale hurriedly hung up the phone and rushed to open the door.

"You're here." She smiled.

Shawn lowered his hand, which had just been about to open the door. "That's some initiative."

" I heard your footsteps. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Gale turned around and said, "Come

in."

There was a mild fragrance in the air that was very similar to how Gale smelled.

It made Shawn even happier.

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In the room, there were candles, ribbons, and a long dining table that was beside the window. The

candlelight was flickering.

"A candlelit dinner?" Shawn raised an eyebrow.

Gale nodded and said, "Yes, let's eat first."

He asked, "What happens after we eat?"

Gale lowered her head and feigned embarrassment.

Shawn looked over to the bedroom. The door was left slightly ajar, and he could see the rose petals on

the bed.

He felt warm inside.

Shawn smiled. "Galey, if you want me to die here... I'd be willing to. it

"Why are you talking about dying? Please, it's unlucky." As Gale said that, she held his hand and led

him to the dining table.

Shawn turned the tables and wrapped his hand around her waist. " It should be my turn to show some

gentlemanliness."

He pulled the chair out and kissed her gently on the forehead.

Gale looked at him and averted her gaze.

Her blush was half real.

It was real because it was her first time doing anything so romantic. She had no experience and was

feeling a bit awkward.

Shawn seemed to be into it as well.

It was not real because she was just putting on an act for the sake of the next part of her plan.

The candlelights swayed as the waiters brought in their food. Outside the window was a night view of

Sea City.

The sounds of the forks and knives touching the plates were clear and crisp.

Gale asked, "How does it taste? I looked into it and found out that you like filet mignon."

"I love anything you prepare." After saying that, Shawn paused. " But I'd prefer eating something else."

His gaze moved downward.

Gale could not stop herself from covering herself with her hands.

Shawn said, "What's there to be shy about? It looks like we need to do it a few more times."

How could he say these things so seriously?

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Gale raised her glass. "Let me offer you a toast first."

She looked down and took a sip. Shawn's gaze was incredibly sharp as he quietly looked at her.

He did not know what she was doing but was willing to play along.

He was willing to give his life to her, so he did not care and was not afraid.

The sky was completely dark.

Her phone shook in her pocket.

It was Sam's signal.

Gale clenched her fists as she stood up. "Let me take a shower. Wait forme here."

Shawn lazily leaned against the chair, tugging at his tie. "Are we not showering together?"

She almost stumbled at that.

Gale waved her hands in front of her. "No, no, I'm used to showering myself. You should just watch the

TV..."

She picked up the controller and switched on the television before hurriedly rushing into the bathroom

and slamming the door behind her.

Shawn smiled as he looked around the room.

If Gale kept preparing surprises like that, even his death would be worth it.

The half-open door to the master bedroom had always been in Shawn's mind. It caused him to itch a

little. He wanted to just go to the bathroom to pull her out and put her on the bed...

After that, he would do anything he wanted.

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