Alle Kapitel von Love After Marriage： My Poor Husband Is A President: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

They were sitting by the window, cuddled up on the same side.I hoped they wouldn't notice me.I thought that I wouldn't have to deal with these jerks for the rest of my life, but my luck seemed to be really bad.Well, since we were already here, I didn't want these unworthy people to ruin my and Brendon's good mood.Seeing my expression change, Brendon followed my gaze and also spotted those two."Do you want to change restaurants?"He understood my emotions well and it touched me.I shook my head, "No need."There's a saying that goes, 'Different roads lead to the same destination.' I haven't done anything wrong, so just because these two are here, should my husband and I not even have the right to enjoy a delicious restaurant?Brendon nodded, respecting my decision."What are your plans for the future?"Brendon asked me.I knew he was referring to my career plans, and just mentioning it excited me

I pushed the door in, and before I knew it, he was pulling me in."Brenda, are you --""Just miss you a little."He picked me up and laid me on the counter.With one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, she leaned in to kiss me.I gently pushed him away, crying and laughing, "But I'm just outside in the bedroom."His deep blue eyes were like a whirlpool that was about to trap me."I can't wait these distances."He wrenched my jaw and stole my tongue.He put me in a rhythm, and I found myself in the right place.Beneath him was a cool marble platform, behind a smooth, watery mirror.He took me by the waist, pushed up my knees, and slowly inserted the sex organ.It's hot, it's bloated.I felt the thrill of both fire and ice and buried my face in his neck.He only smoked about a dozen times before I had one of the fastest orgasms ever.Apparently, he was caught off guard by m

"Brenda, why are you here?"I held the fire axe in my hand, with Rachel by my side."I happened to be passing by and wanted to see how your day was going."Brenda explained, looking relieved."You mean—"I understood he was referring to the axe.I felt a bit embarrassed and quickly put the axe down, "Nothing, just some rats in the electrical box. Rachel and I were planning to—"Rachel intervened swiftly, helping me cover up, "Yes, rats. They're infesting the place and chewing through the wires."Brenda's expression seemed off, but it looked more like a kind of mental fatigue to me.However, his tone was surprisingly relaxed, "So, you use an axe to deal with rats? Aren't you afraid of getting electrocuted?"Rachel and I exchanged puzzled glances."Hey! Are you done chatting?"Damon, who was standing behind Brenda, snapped. I assumed he came here to give me trouble, but he probably didn't e

Rachel was taken by a light blue fishtail dress, and the salesperson enthusiastically introduced it as their new designer piece for the season."Look at how it accentuates your figure, it's like it was tailor-made for a mermaid princess. And those crystals, they're genuine Austrian crystals."As the salesperson raved about the dress, I caught a glimpse of the price tag - $110,000?"Tailor-made for a mermaid princess? Will it turn into bubbles when you put it on?" I couldn't help but tease. "And all those Austrian crystal embellishments, under well-refracted indoor lighting, they'll make you look quite well-endowed, Rachel."I offered my honest opinion: the dress wasn't suitable for Rachel's body type. She had a full upper body and long, solid legs. The fishtail design would accentuate the flaws in her figure.Rachel valued my opinion and nodded. "You're right, and the price of $110,000 is quite outrageous."I casually picked up a violet silk

Brenda pov:As soon as I entered, Maria told me anxiously that Fiona looked terrible, that she had not eaten dinner and had drunk half a bottle of red wine upstairs by herself.I didn't even have time to take off my coat before I rushed upstairsShe was so drunk, she didn't even know who I was.I did not expect that this little quarrel would bring her so much trouble, if it was not too busy these days, I would not have left her alone and delayed the initiative to repair the relationship.Yeah, she's had a really hard time.I admit I've never really tried to understand what she's been through.But no amount of sympathy or connection could reconcile me to her thinking of me as Damon!I picked Fiona up by the waist and lifted her onto the big bed.She was drunk, too drunk, her pale skin a rosy pink under the red wine.She kissed me back, but I wasn't sure who the man in her head was that was touching her right now."Fiona, who am I?I ordered her to call me by name.But she did not speak