Chapter 67

Daniel's damp shirt clung to his body, highlighting his broad shoulders and lean waist. With each step, the muscles along his back flexed. His long legs moved tirelessly on the treadmill as if he had an endless supply of energy to burn. "Alright, Mrs. Hoffman. Let's move on to the next exercise." Charlotte followed Madison's cue, bringing her feet together. Her gaze drifted downward, landing on her left big toe. Her nails were neatly trimmed, clean, and smooth. Daniel had done that for her last night. She recalled the moment vividly, the dim glow of a bedside lamp illuminating his focused expression as he carefully clipped her nails. The memory played out like a slow-motion film, the air between them thick with an unspoken tension. Heat crept up her face. If Daniel hadn't repeatedly emphasized that their marriage was purely contractual, that he was only doing all this for the baby, she might have actually thought he liked her. Madison noticed the blush on Charlotte's cheeks and