On our wedding night, I suddenly developed the ability to read minds. Sebastian Sutherland leisurely wiped his abs, his gaze cold as he looked at me. "Did you look at me, honey?" "If you don't make a move, I might just put on my clothes. I really will." He slowly put on his clothes, sat down at the computer, and typed: "How can I make my wife take the initiative?" I was at a loss for words. Was this really the same cold, distant CEO?
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