"Griffith, make me some pasta. Just bring it to the room, and I'll teach you how to cook. The ones you made last time were decent, but the cooking was terrible."...A series of tormenting remarks echoed in his ears. Griffith endured for a while, but when she "elbowed" him for the umpteenth time, he couldn't take it anymore. He swiftly rolled over and pinned her down."Don't want to sleep, do you?""I'm hungry.""Bear with it!"Hearing the irritation in his voice, Charlotte felt pleased. After all, he had insisted on sleeping with her."I can't." She propped her head with one hand, gazing up at him. "Besides, Mr. Griffith, your family empire is so huge, yet you can't afford a bed and a blanket or even food?"Griffith couldn't help but reached out, but she managed to avoid him this time."I want a late-night snack," she demanded and added, "After eating, I'll go to the couch. The bed will be all yours."Griffith closed his eyes. Suddenly, he reached under the blanket.Startle
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