Chapter 785

In Grace's old bedroom, the queen-sized bed was smaller than the one at the Jefferson residence. It was just big enough for two people, though it was a tight fit with Grace's pregnant belly. That evening, Grace looked at the cramped bed and suggested, "Darling, maybe you should sleep in the guest room." "I'll just sleep on the edge of the bed," Oliver replied softly. Whether he intentionally made himself sound pitiful or not, his words tugged at Grace's heartstrings. "No. I'll sleep in your arms. The bed will be fine then," Grace said, changing her mind as quickly though she had suggested he leave. Later, as she lay in her husband's embrace, Grace turned to face him and asked, "Darling, were you trying to make me feel sorry for you earlier?" The cunning Oliver countered, "What would you feel sorry about?" This response left her confused. She wondered if she had imagined his manipulation. Oliver shifted closer to her, his voice seductively low in the darkness. "Tell me, what made