“Grandkids, huh?”.

With a yelp, Charlotte spun around to see that Dalton had pushed himself into the walk-in closet. He had changed out of the clothes he wore for dinner and was now putting on his pajamas.

“Can't you knock?”. Charlotte glared at him for scaring her.

"It is not my fault that you did not hear me come in, wife”. His eyes were on her body.

“Get out”. Charlotte spluttered in rage as she slapped her hand over her body. She was wearing only a bra and panties.

Dalton lazily relaxed on his wheelchair like he had no problems in the world. “There is no need to hide your...