Chapter 1290

Hazel asked, "Shawn, don't you think James has been acting strange lately?" Shawn lay halfway under the covers, his tanned, muscular arm resting casually atop Hazel's, their fingers naturally intertwined. "He's being rebellious. Oliver's been disciplining him these days." Hazel turned onto her side, her arm still trapped beneath his. Eventually, she gave up trying to pull it free. She remarked, "Poor James. He's got it rough." Shawn shifted as well, facing her on the pillow. Even now, having Hazel as his wife still felt surreal—like a dream he might wake from any moment. Only when she was in his arms did he feel a deep, grounded sense of peace. Hazel was too busy worrying about James that she forgot about her own predicament. Of course, Shawn was not about to let a perfectly good night go to waste. The moment his hand slipped around her waist, Hazel stiffened. She pressed her elbow against his chest. She grumbled, "Shawn, it's late! Tomorrow's the weekend, and I promised I'd fin