Chapter 473 A Bewitching Little Minx

• Lucille's ears tingled under Flint's teasing, and her face flushed crimson as she buried it against his chest. She was too embarrassed to say a word.
• After a few moments, Flint struggled to get out of bed. Lucille grabbed his hand and asked, "Where are you going?"
• "Where do you think?" he replied, pinching her nose with a mischievous grin. "My dear wife, you're seriously underestimating your charm and overestimating your husband's self-control."