Gerald lowered his head closer to Ariana's face when the girl's face avoided him. Ariana's choice to look away was wrong because it showed the side of her long neck, making Gerald even more interested in touching her. And he intended to do it. Gerald touched the tip of his nose to the girl's neck, smelling the fragrance of the oil he had rubbed on the girl's body. But instead of feeling the smell, he liked it. "Sweet." He said in a whisper in Ariana's ear. The girl shuddered for a moment. Gerald knew that the girl was pressing her head deeper into the pillow's surface, which made him even more touchy and intended to tease her further. "You don't want to look at me?" Gerald was still whispering in the girl's ear. Even deliberately bit the tip of the girl's ear. Ariana's hand was on his chest, trying to push Gerald away. But no matter how hard she tried, Gerald's strength was more muscular than those tiny hands. Gerald now moved his face towards the girl's jaw. he slowly touched hi
Ariana raised an eyebrow and then lifted the corner of her mouth. "I know you're the playboy type, but I didn't realize you were shameless like this," she said mockingly. Gerald seemed to tense up. "What do you mean?" he asked. Ariana shrugged indifferently. "I don't mean anything," she replied flatly. "Who made all of this?" she asked, trying to divert the conversation to the food in front of her and choosing to ignore Gerald. She lifted her spoon and started eating broccoli. "I did," Gerald answered, now sitting in his normal posture. His response made Ariana choke on her food. Gerald quickly brought a glass of water to her mouth. Ariana drank it slowly. Afterward, she stared at Gerald in disbelief. "I cooked it. All of this," he pointed to the food on the table. "Except for that," he said, referring to the fried chicken Ariana had bought earlier. Ariana chuckled and shook her head. "It wouldn't hurt to be honest, Gerald. Just say if you had one of your house assistants come her
"What are you doing?" Ariana shrugged her shoulders to get the man to move away. But instead of driving away, Gerald got closer. He deliberately stood behind Ariana with his arms now wrapped around Ariana's stomach. "I just want to be close to my wife; is that not allowed?" asked the man in a teasing tone. "Stop it, Gerald. Please don't be rude by saying that I'm your wife. In reality, it is just a status on paper." She snorted. Ariana felt uncomfortable with Gerald's presence behind her, but the man's body temperature and touch made her feel comfortable simultaneously. "I never thought of it that way. That's just your assumption from the start. You are sentimental and always think negatively of me." said the man. Well, what the man said was right. It's one hundred percent correct. So who wouldn't think so? Remember how you got married without getting to know each other, dating, without discussion? It was just a marriage at gunpoint. It's a trap marriage. If Ariana is angry with
Ariana slammed the bedroom door shut with force. Her chest was heaving, clearly with intense emotion. She was passionate, of course. She had to admit that. As a mature woman, she was entitled to feel all of this. After all, she wasn't young anymore, and biologically, she was in her prime. But alongside all of that, what Ariana was feeling right now towards Gerald was mostly anger. When she confronted him about other women, he didn't deny it at all. And it was a safe bet that her assumption was correct. Yes, Ariana was only guessing. She didn't really know if Gerald had many women out there or not. She deduced it based on a conversation she overheard between Chris and Gerald. Ariana knew Chris very well—his social life and his love life. She understood her cousin's interactions because he often confided in her. Ariana was frequently asked for help by Chris to keep away the girls who pursued him. And Ariana knew that Chris's romantic escapades weren't just about watching movies, ho
Gerald woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He felt around the bed and even the bedside table, but couldn't find his phone. Where was the thing? Why wouldn't it stay put? He cursed to himself and finally opened his eyes. Alright, his orientation was a bit off. Gerald suddenly remembered he wasn't in his own room. He glanced around the room dominated by white and wooden brown before checking the wall clock. Six o'clock? He grimaced and then abruptly got up. Last night, after Ariana entered Amber's room, he couldn't sleep anymore. It was all because of that girl and Gerald's unmet needs. So Gerald had to take a cold shower at three in the morning and ended up falling asleep, goodness knows what time. He was late, of course. Gerald got up and put on the same pants and shirt he had taken off last night. He didn't even bother making the bed. He left the room and searched for his phone that was ringing again. The phone was on the sofa in front of the TV. Gerald must have left it th
Ariana felt happy on her own. She safely arrived at the restaurant. Impatiently pounding on the restaurant door, she saw Amber looking at her with annoyance. "What are you doing here?" the girl asked without beating around the bush. Ariana furrowed her brow, but then she entered her restaurant. "I can do whatever I want. This place is mine," she replied simply. "After your guy told me not to come back last night, now you're acting all indifferent towards me?" the girl asked, annoyed. "Did he ask you not to come back?" Ariana asked, surprised. The girl squinted. "If I go back, I'll have to listen to an unpleasant voice all night long. That's what he said." Ariana furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Uhhh... Ahhh... Uhhh... Ahhh..." Amber said, pretending to moan. Ariana widened her eyes and then slapped the girl on the head. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" she said. She chose to go upstairs where her room was. "Call Jody. Ask if he's at the market
Chris chuckled. But he then followed Ariana to the trunk and helped the girl unload her actual luggage, not much. "Have you been virgins?" sneered Chris. Ariana kicked the man's leg until the man groaned. "Damn you!" he cursed. He pulled a paper bag from the trunk roughly. When he turned around, he saw Gerald staring intently at him. "What is he doing here?" asked the man sarcastically. "Suits me. This is a public place," Chris replied before Ariana could retort. Fine, let these ownerless dogs bicker with each other. Ariana chose to ignore them and went back towards the restaurant entrance. "What about you? Why are you here?" Chris's question reached Ariana's ears before she opened the door. "Finding my wife," Gerald answered. He walked closer, and perhaps due to his long legs or maybe he was half-running, because his steps were in line with Ariana's when she opened the door. Amber stared at the three of them in turn. Her face clearly displayed her confusion. But Ariana ignored h
Gerald looked at Ariana, astonished. In the brief duration of their marriage, it was the first time he had seen Ariana laugh. Was that old cartoon character story really that amusing to her? Gerald wondered. Nonetheless, he found himself smiling at her reaction. Their breakfast was clearly over, but because Chris was still there, Gerald felt reluctant to leave. That man was a threat to Gerald. Seeing how close Ariana was to Chris, it made Gerald feel incredibly alone. "Boss?" Vivan tried to remind him. She knew her boss had seemed uneasy since earlier. Not for any particular reason, but Gerald had a lot of schedules today that he couldn't afford to miss due to his absence while searching for Ariana. "She already invited you to leave, why don't you?" Ariana said, wiping the corners of her eyes that were watering. Gerald looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Fine, you go far away. If necessary, don't come back here again. Ariana is clearly happier with me than with you," Chris said. A