Twenty eight

“Grandkids, huh?”.

With a yelp, Charlotte spun around to see that Dalton had pushed himself into the walk-in closet. He had changed out of the clothes he wore for dinner and was now putting on his pajamas.

“Can't you knock?” Charlotte could not stop herself from glare at him for scaring her.

"It is not my fault that you did not hear me come in, wife” His eyes were on her body.

“Get out,” Charlotte spluttered in rage as she slapped her hand over her body. She just realized that she was wearing only a bra and panties.

Dalton lazily relaxed on his wheelchair like he had no problems in the world. “There is no need to hide your body from me, wife. I've seen everything before but without the bra and panties.”

"Stop calling me that,” Charlotte sneered at him, ignoring his remark about what she was wearing.

Dalton cocked his head to one side, confused, “Stop calling you what?, wife?”

“Yes, stop calling me that.” She would appreciate it if it came from someone else. The way he was pr