They had not seen each other for four years. Even if they were unfamiliar at that moment, the smell of his cologne stirred a deep sense of familiarity in her heart.

They were husband and wife. They were once the closest people to each other!

Shawn asked in a low voice, "Are you still angry? Galey, the woman in Temperley Hall really does just look too much like you. That's why I brought her in. However, I've never touched her. I swear."

"I'm not angry. I don't care either. You're free to have any woman you want."

Shawn answered, "How could a married man be that free? The wife will care."

"Who's your wi-mph…"

Gale was about to offer a rebuttal when his lips suddenly pushed down.

There had been no signs at all.

Her mind went blank on the spot. Her eyes widened, and she forgot even to blink.

The familiar scent, the familiar taste. Even his lips were as cold as they always were!

Shawn's kiss was still as strong and forceful as it used to be.

He did not give Gale any chance to ru