He knew it was very wrong, even if they were filming a show. Even in private, she was fast asleep, oblivious to everything. For him to approach her, kiss her, maybe even take liberties with her while she was unaware—even if he held their marriage certificate—it wasn't something a gentleman should do.
But his wife was lying right beside him. Unless it was an old married couple without any feelings left, how could he remain indifferent?
Moreover, she was beautiful, proud, and full of vitality, yet she was reliable when it mattered most.
In the afternoon, when she fainted, he hadn't given it much thought and just wanted her to recover quickly. But now, in retrospect, when he held her in his arms, she was clearly thin but with curves in all the right places, not the emaciated type. Especially when he unzipped her jacket and her sweat-soaked shirt clung to her skin, those curves were even more exquisitely outlined…
