Rachel let out a faint sigh. "My clothes are wet. It would be troublesome if the mattress got wet this season."
"You still have time to worry about that?" Edmund turned to the face resting on his shoulder.
Rachel raised her head slightly. "I just don't want to bother later."
"If not on the bed, then where?" Sky furrowed her brows.
Suddenly, Edmund was walking again. "Sky, please open my bedroom door."
Rachel was taken aback. "Y-your room?"
"Lie on my bed. I don't mind if my bed is wet. I can dry it later."
"B-but ...."
Too late. Edmund had carried her into the room, setting her down carefully on the edge of his bed.
However, Rachel still grimaced. Her body leaned forward. She suddenly forgot to worry about her position in bed with a man who was not her husband. When Edmun
