Since neither friendship nor love seemed to have hurt him, it must have been family issue...

The thought suddenly dawned on Claudia that not long ago, Benico had come threatening her with a demand for divorce from Bennett. Otherwise, he vowed to remove Bennett from his role as chairman of the Segarine Group!

Could Benico have been driven to such anger? Why would he do that to his own son?

Pondering for quite some time, Claudia couldn't figure out why Bennett appeared so melancholic that day.

She was at a loss. Her understanding of her husband was limited.

With a sigh, she gathered her thoughts and glanced once more at the man beside her.

Was he asleep?

Ah, he looked so attractive, even in sleep.

Though she knew it was wrong to harbor such desire at that moment, she couldn't help herself. Bennett was truly handsome.

Softly, she called out, "Mr. Dreskin?"

No answer meant he was indeed asleep.

With that thought, she casually scooted over, bent her legs, propped herself up on her knees, cradled her face in her hands, and openly studied his eyebrows, nose, thin lips...

She examined his features and was even struck by a daring notion—"He's asleep. If I touch his face, he won't notice, will he?"

This fleeting thought had scarcely crossed her mind when her hand involuntarily reached for his tender lips.

So soft!

Were all men's lips Like this?

No wonder it had felt like cotton candy when he kissed her!

As she caught herself dwelling on an inappropriate memory, her cheeks flushed red. She tried to pull her hand away, only to have her wrist ensnared by the man’s suddenly outstretched hand.

His dark eyes, once closed, opened slowly to fix her with a steady gaze. "Miss Marshall, what are you doing?"

Bennett's sudden move left Claudia utterly bewildered.

He was asleep, wasn't he?

How had he opened his eyes so suddenly?

Her mind had gone blank for a moment, her ears and face turning a complete shade of red.

A warmth spread across Claudia's face as she stared at Bennett for a long pause before she stammered, “Weren't... Weren't you sleeping?"