The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 316

In such a short time, had she already grown to cherish his embrace and depend on his warmth?

She had been married to Fletcher for four years but had never once longed to share a bed with him like this. What was different now?

Oh no! Vivica realized with a jolt. She was well and truly captivated by this man.

Lying alone in the master bedroom’s large bed, Vivica messaged Quintina. They had plans for lunch tomorrow, followed by a meeting with the realtor and the buyer to finalize the sale of her house. They chatted back and forth on WhatsApp, deciding on a restaurant and settling on a final price for the house.

By the time they finished, it was already ten-thirty. Vivica got up to use the bathroom, changing into a pair of overnight period underwear. Just as she came out, the bedroom door opened and in walked Joseph, carrying Chaim, who was bundled up like a little burrito.

“What are you doing?” she asked, startled.

Joseph gave her a faint, charmingly sexy smile. “Bed-warming duty. What else?”

Vivica was speechless. Before she could react, he had carried the child to the far side of the bed, gently laid the sleeping Chaim down, and tucked him in with his own little blanket.

“To think that I, a renowned lawyer who can out-argue anyone in a courtroom, would one day be relegated to this,” Joseph mused aloud as he settled the boy. “First I warm up the little one, and now I have to warm up the big one.”

Vivica walked to the edge of the bed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “What are you talking about? Who asked you to warm their bed?” she said, trying to suppress the smile that was tugging at her lips.

But Joseph was already climbing into bed. “Don’t be stubborn. Get in here,” he said, pulling back the covers. He frowned. “You’ve been lying here all evening, and there’s still no warmth in this bed. If I didn’t come, would you even be able to fall asleep tonight?”

Vivica froze by the bedside, completely lost for words. Called out again, she felt both embarrassed and wronged.

It was true, though. In the winter, her hands and feet were always ice-cold, and it was even more pronounced when she was on her period and feeling run down. She had been lying there for hours, but the sheets were still cool, and so were her feet.

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