As her finger made contact, Bennett coincidentally swallowed, causing his Adam's apple to descend. Her index finger naturally followed its descent.

Claudia hastily withdrew her hand and inquired, “Why are you silent?" Had she pushed the boundaries too far?

Could it truly be?

Why did her husband refrain from her touch?

Then what purpose did he serve as her spouse?

Bennett reached for the glass on the table and took a sip of water. Observing this, Claudia blinked and spoke with a teasing Lilt. "I've used that glass, you know."

“You are my beloved wife. What harm is there in my using your glass?” His words carried a familiar cadence.

Feeling self-conscious, Claudia remained silent.

Bennett gently placed the glass down, fetched another filled with water, and returned, jesting, "Still fancy a touch, Mrs. Dreskin?"

She found herself rendered speechless.

This man was truly insatiable!

Claudia huffed, “I'm going to practice my piano!"

Having skipped the practice all day yesterday, she couldn't possibly spend another entire day having fun.

But Bennett wasn't willing to let her slip away. He captured her wrist and enveloped her within his embrace.

Instinctively, Claudia took a step back and found herself ensnared between the kitchen counter and his strong arms.

Bennett lowered his head, his warm breath caressing the tip of her nose. Claudia nervously tugged at the hem of her attire, uttering, “What are you up to?"

Her voice held a soft, quivering note and she was oblivious to her own coquettish demeanor.

Bennett tenderly traced her face, swept her long hair behind her ears, and cupped her cheeks, inquiring, "So, my dear Mrs. Dreskin, would it be acceptable for me to kiss my wife?”

It was evident he had no intention of negotiating. With those words, he claimed her lips with a kiss.

Claudia instinctively closed her eyes, and his slightly cool Lips met hers. She shivered, unable to resist placing her hand on Bennett's waist.

Just as Bennett's tongue ventured into her mouth, the phone rang. The interruption left him feeling rather displeased.

The ringing phone in Claudia's bag interrupted their moment. She gently tugged at Bennett's clothes, signaling him to release her

Bennett's brows furrowed slightly as he retracted his hand, displaying a hint of mild displeasure.

Claudia's cheeks flushed as she said, "It might be Dad."