Todos os capítulos de The Womanizer's Mute Wife : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Genesis's POVWas I in trouble?The question gnawed at my mind as I stood before the large mirror in his room, watching the maid silently zip up the yellow dress we'd gotten from that massive mall.With each inch of fabric closing around my body, the pressure in my chest tightened. My heart pounded against my ribs, louder than the soft rustle of the cloth. He had left so abruptly.He was angry. I wouldn't fool myself into thinking otherwise.I had stood there and watched as he discarded the coat like it was nothing. He'd stormed up the stairs without a second glance, leaving me frozen in place until he returned fifteen minutes later in fresh jeans and a white shirt. He barely spared me a glance before disappearing out the door again.I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not."Ma'am... ma'am?"A light tap on my shoulder made me jolt, stumbling forward. My hands shot out, catching myself against the mirror before I could topple it over and make more trouble for myself.I glanc

Genesis's POVThey were beautiful, I couldn't believe my eyes. They were nothing like the dull flowers back at my former estate.The garden stretched endlessly, vibrant and alive. Red roses, yellow sunflowers, white lilies, daisies, gardenias, every flower I could think of was blooming. Their sweet scents mixed in the air, making my nose tingle.People were scattered around, trimming leaves, watering plants, and carrying small baskets filled with freshly cut flowers. The soft rustle of leaves and birds singing made everything feel... peaceful. Like a place where pain couldn't reach me.I wanted to stay here forever.And when I meant here, I meant exactly where I stood, the small patch of perfectly trimmed grass under my feet. Without realizing it, I had slipped off the soft yellow fuzzy slippers my husband had bought for me. The grass was cool and gentle, soaking into my skin like a silent comfort.I hadn't even noticed the gazes I was drawing from the gardeners and workers passing by

Genesis's POVHe was different?Scary... but different."Here, you can have this."Daisy's small hand stretched out, holding a chocolate toward me.I took it tentatively, my fingers barely brushing hers. My eyes flicked to my husband from the corner of my eye, half-expecting him to snap or snatch it away.But he wasn't even looking at me.His attention was entirely on Daisy, a small smile playing on his lips as if he hadn't just caught me trembling against the door minutes ago."We'll eat it like this," Daisy continued, her voice soft like she was explaining something very important. "You will eat one chocolate... and then I'll eat one... and then you again... like that. How do you see it?"I just stared at her, the words floating in my head without landing.She tilted her head, waiting for an answer I couldn't give.My throat felt tight.Say something...But nothing came out.Daisy's smile wavered for a second, and panic stirred deep in my chest.I wanted to nod, to do something. She

Genesis's POVI was awake... but I couldn't move.Nothing was holding me down, not physically, but the person lying next to me was the one keeping me captive.He was asleep, his wide, muscled chest rising and falling steadily. My face flushed at my own thoughts, but how could I not notice? He was right there, so close.And he was asleep.I didn't know if I should move. Did I have permission to? Morning light peeked through the blinds, casting soft streaks across the room. I could hear faint birds chirping outside, signaling the start of the day.Still, I remained frozen.Nothing had happened... again.How were we supposed to make children if he wouldn't touch me? The thought worried me more than it should, but I quickly pushed it to the back of my mind.Right now, all I could focus on was him.My husband.He was handsome, too handsome. When he was awake, his bright blue eyes always carried a smile. Like the whole world couldn't bother him.But there was something beneath that smile.

Kier’s POV"I'm still waiting."She glanced at me from under her lashes, then quickly turned back to her book. I smirked, amused. She was effortlessly cute, every action, every little twitch. It was almost ridiculously adorable.A few seconds passed before she lifted her head, but she still wouldn’t look at me. Her eyes remained fixed on the book, and when she swallowed, the sound echoed in the silence of the car. Even in the cold, a faint sheen of moisture glistened on her temple.She was nervous."Can I see?" I asked, knowing she wouldn't hand it over unless I asked. She was too scared. Of what, I wasn’t sure.Slowly, she nodded, picked up the book, and handed it to me, still avoiding my gaze, despite my earlier instruction. I let it slide.Taking the book, my eyes fell on the words written inside. I blinked, surprised. This was... definitely not what I had expected.One thing had become clear over the past few days, my little wife was a mystery. A puzzle. And I loved a challenge.S