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The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 975
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Chapter 975:

Her soft hands clutched his coarse hair.

Pierre directed, “Once | stand, grab the window ledge.”

Gemma nodded. “Okay.”

Knowing she was ready, Pierre stood up abruptly. Gemma suddenly found herself over two meters off the ground,

her heart clenching, her legs weak. She gasped, sitting down suddenly.

The silk dress she had loosely tied opened wide like a blooming flower.

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Pierre found himself unexpectedly enveloped by the fabric.

Silence fell.

Gemma'’s cheeks turned a deep red, whether from embarrassment or strain, she couldn’t focus on that now,

struggling to get to her feet.

Her increasing panic only made her movements more awkward. Her soft inner thighs brushed against Pierre's

face and head, almost causing him to lose his balance.

“I'm sorry, I... | can’t get up,” Gemma stammered in panic, attempting to cover herself with her dress, but her

flustered movements hindered her.

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She had never anticipated such an incident. The itch and discomfort from Pierre's coarse hair against her

delicate skin nearly brought her to tears of embarrassment.

Pierre, seeing her distress, effortlessly lifted her by the waist. “Sheila is coming,” he whispered urgently, his

voice a strained murmur. “I'll hold you up. Get inside quickly.”

Dazed, Gemma followed his instruction. She stepped on his head to climb through the window.

“Miss Hampton!” Sheila called out again, her tone exasperated. “Oh dear, I'm already busy cooking... Are you

still out there playing with the mud?”

Pierre, managing his tumultuous emotions, walked over to a flowerpot and feigned busyness with the soil.

Sheila then peeked outside. Seeing only Pierre in the garden, she paused. “Where's Miss Hampton?”

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Pierre, not adept at deception, averted his eyes. “I don’t know. | didn’t see her.”

“I just saw her!” Sheila was convinced Gemma was hiding and searched the garden, finding no trace of Gemma.

She muttered to herself, “Where did she go?”

Pierre, having regained scomposure, replied more convincingly, “It's just beenhere.”

Sheila, familiar with his usual honesty, didn’t press further, wondering aloud, “Did | see it wrong?”

Pierre continued tending to the soil, his thoughts elsewhere. Her lingering scent and the delicate touch he had

felt on his skin left his expression complex.

Gemma emerged from a hot shower, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she replayed the awkward

incident earlier in her mind. She took a deep breath, reminding herself it was just a mishap and nothing to fret

over.