“I didn't mean it, Mr. Dreskin!"

Even to Claudia, her words resonated with a tinge of guilt.

“Were you purposefully unbuttoning my shirt?"

Claudia was rendered speechless.

After a brief silence, Claudia wrestled with her racing pulse. She simulated composure and cast a glance at Bennett.

“Truthfully, I was just curious about the chickenpox on your body," Claudia confessed.

As she spoke, she attempted to disengage from Bennett's hold.

However, her efforts to leverage herself up revealed a lack of supporting options aside from resting on Bennett's chest.

Claudia verged on tears. Was the design of this sofa unreasonably challenging?

How could it be devoid of armrests?

Just as Claudia contemplated her exit strategy, she looked up and spotted him undoing the other buttons on his shirt.

“Mr. Dreskin, what what are you doing?!" Why was he unbuttoning his shirt?

Oh heavens! She hadn't done anything!

“Aren't you curious about the chickenpox on my body?”

Flushed with embarrassment, Claudia found herself wordless.

While she indeed had a curiosity about Bennett's condition, necessitate disrobing? Claudia wondered.

Bennett gazed down at Claudia, his eyes fixed on her

Slowly, he undid the buttons of his shirt, causing her to feel Like he was grilling her on fire.

After the fourth button came undone, she couldn't hold back any Longer and inquired, "May I move over to the side and take a look?"

This posture seemed rather sensual.

“You'll have a clearer view this way."

Evidently, he wasn't going to permit her to create distance between them.

Blushing, she observed him as he systematically unbuttoned the shirt. At last, the shirt hung open, unveiling the man's well-built chest and sharply defined abdominal muscles.

Naturally, there were a few blemishes scattered across it.