Taming My Husband (EN) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

BK briefly stopped their kiss. They had just entered the bathroom.His husband quickly undressed her as soon as he got off her. He left nothing behind, not even on himself.He held her and pressed a kiss on her neck. He guided her closer to the open shower.She moaned inside his mouth when he lightly nibbled the left side of her chest before moving to the right.He paused briefly from kissing her. They stepped away from the shower. He grabbed the liquid body soap she used and took some. He lathered her whole body with it. She moaned whenever he lingered on her sensitive parts below. He deliberately stayed longer there. They both shampooed, with her husband still taking the lead.Next, he soaped himself. She was overwhelmed by her husband’s skilled hands, especially below. She followed his hands with her eyes, so he took his time washing there too.After a while, her husband guided her back to the shower to rinse off all the bubbles. At the same time, he kissed her passionately. Their

With trembling hands, Daphne reached for the water and medicine on her table. She had just asked the dorm owner earlier to buy her some medicine. It was already her second day. She had told herself she’d only rest for a day. The owner had started to wonder, saying it was strange she hadn’t gone out. When Daphne said she wasn’t feeling well, the woman finally understood.She shook her head and glanced at her laptop screen. A pop-up appeared—someone was calling. It was her friend. She didn’t answer, worried her friend might notice she was sick. Her friend was always honest with her mom. She had just sent a photo from a few days ago and said she was traveling, which is why she couldn’t answer.She looked at her clock. It was nine in the morning in Bergen and only three in the afternoon in the Philippines.How was BK doing? She felt a little sad when she remembered his last message. He said he would be busy and might not have time to call. Talking to BK always made her feel less alone. La

She didn’t answer a single call from either BK or Amelie. She wasn’t in the mood to talk. She just wanted to rest. She didn’t have a choice earlier either—Max had driven her all the way to her dorm.She slept for over four hours, and when she woke up, she felt a little better. Before going to sleep, she fixed her laptop and phone. She deleted all saved data about her father. Even the file he left her—she tore it up. It was heavy on her chest, but she could handle it. She grew up without a father, so she figured she could grow old without one too. It hurt, but she’d just accept it. She needed to move on with her life.She took medicine after eating dinner. She was supposed to buy food outside, but Margaret brought it up to her. She said Max had left it. She confirmed it with him—it was indeed from him. She couldn’t help but wonder why her world and Max’s were so small. And the way he worried about her, you’d think they’d known each other for ages.She sat again at the table facing the

“YOU’RE HERE…” BK whispered as he caressed her face. He smiled afterward.She couldn’t help but wince when he suddenly closed his eyes. Still smiling.What was that, just suddenly fell asleep?She carefully removed the arm that had wrapped around her. Looked like he was about to sleep again.Just as she was about to get up, he suddenly tugged her back down and wrapped her in a tight embrace.“D-Don’t go,” BK mumbled, eyes still closed.“I’m just getting a towel to wipe you down. I’m not going anywhere.”“Hmmn,” he mumbled, eyes still closed.She felt his grip loosen. He was still conscious. Maybe just physically giving in to the alcohol. He really drank a lot. And he clearly couldn’t handle it. Even his breath and clothes reeked of alcohol.She shook her head afterward. Looked like she’d end up sleeping beside him. Well, she was tired too. She wanted to rest. That day out with Max had worn her out.Her head rested on her husband’s arm, while one of his hands and legs clung to her.She

“HURRY!” She gave her husband a sharp look after he said that.“How can I hurry when it still hurts? Huh, Mr. Hernandez?” Her husband burst out laughing at her response.“That’ll go away once I go for another round,” he whispered to her.She pinched his side and glared again.“Lucky you, huh?” she said and turned her back on him.She boarded the cable car. Honestly, it was just the two of them inside. It felt like her husband rented it out—he only got the exact number of tickets for the two of them to go up Mt. Ulriken. Just one-way tickets, too, since they planned to walk back down. She actually preferred going downhill now, given how she was feeling. Her husband didn’t really want to go anymore—she was the one who insisted they go out since it was their last day. They were supposed to go yesterday morning, but the pain she felt was too much. So she—and her husband—did nothing but rest at the hotel they were staying in. Turns out, his friends also had their own rooms. At first, she t