All Chapters of My Cold Husband Suddenly Became Obsessed With Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The soft warmth of the morning sun peeked through the cream-colored curtains, slowly falling over Liana’s bare shoulder. Her eyelashes fluttered as the brightness gently woke her. For a moment, she didn’t move ,she just lay there, nestled in the bed, the sheets wrapped loosely around her. Nash was gone. She could feel the coldness on the side where he slept. Liana sat up slowly, her fingers tracing the crease in the pillow where his head had rested. Her chest fluttered. Last night… Her face burned just thinking about it. Her lips still tingled with the memory of his kiss. It was her first… and she hadn’t expected it to feel so overwhelming. His scent, the way he held her, how her name left his mouth in a whisper that was both rough and gentle. She had melted into it, into him. For one night, everything felt like it finally made sense. Pulling the blanket closer around her, Liana turned her head toward the mirror across the room. She stood and walked toward it barefoot, stopping in

The early light filtering through the sheer curtains painted golden stripes across the wooden floor. It was a quiet morning, one of those rare ones where the air felt still, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Liana stood in the kitchen, absentmindedly drying a glass, her thoughts lingering on the soft smile Nash had given her just moments ago before heading to the shower.She wasn’t used to it yet—being seen. Not just looked at, but noticed. Nash had been different lately. Gentler. Kinder. He’d asked about her dreams the night before, complimented the way she wore her hair, even laughed softly when she accidentally spilled a little milk on the counter. He’d wiped it for her. That wasn’t the kind of man she thought he was. That wasn’t how men usually behaved around her.And yet here she was, heart thudding in her chest over a smile and a few words. She leaned against the kitchen counter and closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel that flutter inside her—the one that came

Liana smiled. “Because if I keep holding onto bitterness, I’ll never be free. And today, I want to feel free.” Mia blinked back a strange tightness in her chest, quickly turning to face the steering wheel. “Okay then. Hold tight. We’ve got a lot of places to hit.” With a small laugh, she revved the engine and sped out of the driveway. The tires whispered against the warm road as the sun blazed above them. Wind tangled their hair as the car rushed through the outskirts of the city, where traffic was light and flowers bloomed at the edge of the sidewalks. They stopped at a boutique first, one that Mia swore had the “cutest bags in the world.” Liana admired a soft pastel blue sling bag and ended up getting it, along with a pair of sunglasses that Mia insisted made her look like a “celebrity hiding from paparazzi.” Their laughter echoed through the store. It wasn’t loud, but it was pure—the kind that makes strangers turn to smile without realizing it. After that, they drove to a

Nash didn’t answer.He hung up slowly and set the phone on the table. His breakfast sat untouched now, the coffee growing cold.Liana watched him in silence. He didn’t move.She stood quietly, walked around the table, and sat beside him instead of across. Her hand reached up and touched his shoulder lightly.“You okay?” she asked softly.He didn’t answer.Liana leaned in, pressing herself to his side, arms wrapping around him.He turned slightly, allowing her to hug him. Her cheek pressed into his upper arm.“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered. “I just… don’t like seeing you like this.”Nash turned his face to her — slowly — his eyes shadowed, something sharp and conflicted in them. But the moment their gazes locked, the mood shifted.Suddenly, she was too close.His breathing deepened.And under the table, she felt it — his body responding to her proximity.Hard.Fast.His arousal pressed against the fabric of his pants, unmistakable.Her cheeks flushed.“N-Nash—”Before

The car still smelled like sin.Heavy, intimate, raw. The kind of scent that lingered long after the chaos was over — a heady blend of Liana’s sweet, aroused scent, Nash’s thick release, and the light sheen of sweat that coated both their bodies. The air was thick with it, every breath reminding Liana of the wild way he’d taken her just minutes ago.And her body wasn’t done with him.She sat curled against the seat, her thighs still trembling slightly, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pants clinging to her skin — sticky and damp. Her blouse clung to her chest in places it shouldn’t, and the ache between her legs hadn’t dulled. Not even close.Nash drove in silence, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console, fingers occasionally tapping in rhythm — calm, like he hadn’t just devoured her in a public car.But his knuckles were still red from holding her hips too tightly.Liana shifted in her seat, thighs rubbing together in subtle friction, trying to calm