All Chapters of Taming My Husband (EN): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Don’t have your meal outside, promise me?”“I’m just going to the office today, baby. Promise.”“Sure?”“Yes, baby. I’ve got a lot pending, so I’m finishing up. My secretary might complain.”Her face stiffened. She didn’t like the thought of his secretary. Why did he seem afraid of her? He should be afraid of *himself*—he was the boss after all.“Okay. Wait for me there, alright?”“I will.”“Okay. Bye!” He hung up before she could reply.She quickly packed the cooked meals into his lunchbox. She’d been doing this daily since they returned to Manila.BK never objected when she brought food to his office, so she continued. She liked serving him. She studied new recipes every day. Of course, she often made his favorites, but today she tried something new: beef tapa. He also liked it with tomatoes and onions. She prepared broth, fruit, and dessert too.As always, she dropped him off at the building owned by his family. Yes, they had a driver now, at her request. She thought ahead. If she

“SLEEP TIGHT,” Max said as he gently laid her on the bed. She smiled at what he said. It was the first time someone had told her that. She had never heard it from BK.She felt Max tucking the blanket over her. She was too drowsy to notice anything else he did after that. Sleep finally took over her.She woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. She even let out a loud groan. It was probably from the whiskey she drank. She should’ve just stuck with the espresso martini.Daphne froze when she realized the room looked familiar. She slapped her forehead when she remembered she was with Max last night. She was lying on his sister’s bed.She looked at the door when it opened. Max walked in, freshly showered, carrying a bowl of hot soup. She could still see the steam rising from it.“Good morning,” he greeted cheerfully.“Morning. Thanks.” She looked at the tray with soup.“Anything for you.” He smiled at her. “How are you feeling?”“My head hurts.” She was holding her head in both

“LOVE, IS THERE a problem between us?” BK looked at his girlfriend Amber when she asked. “N-none,” he replied softly and took a sip of wine. He was thinking of Daphne at that moment. He and Amber were now in the house he shared with his wife. He shouldn’t have come back here, but Amber insisted. It felt like he couldn’t stay long in this place, especially in his room, even in the old room his wife used to occupy. Ever since his wife left him, he felt empty. He missed her presence. He’d felt this before, but he never really understood it. He saw her in every corner of the house. Sometimes, he thought he was going crazy, imagining his wife kissing him, sometimes even making love to him. He lost interest in other women, even in Amber. Why did Amber have to come back? She messed up everything between him and his wife. He never expected Amber to say yes when she re-entered his life. She simply declared they were back together, even though years had passed. He felt happy at first. But

“WHAT ARE YOU doing here?” she asked as she and BK came face-to-face.She glanced at her husband’s friends who were also approaching their gate. Only Max stood blocking BK. Her mother kept shifting her gaze between her and BK.“I came to pick you up, baby.”“Baby your ass!” she heard Max snap, eyes fixed on BK. BK gave Max a brief glance before turning back to her.“Can you move out of my way? I came here for my wife, not for you. And I have no plans to argue with anyone.”“I’m not moving unless Daphne says otherwise,” Max replied firmly.“Sorry, hijo. Who’s your wife here, anyway?” Her mom had her hands on her hips now, which made her swallow.BK’s tongue got caught in his throat at her mom’s question.“‘Ma,” she said quietly.Her mom only glanced at her, as if telling her to let it be because she’d handle BK.“D-Daphne,” BK replied.“Huh? You’re my daughter’s husband? You sure about that? Then why is Max always by her side? Don’t treat me like I’m dumb, kid! You all better go back w

DAPHNE woke only when her mother knocked.“Anak, I’m going to the next village. We’re going to attend a wake,” her mother said as she opened the door for her, still half-asleep.“What time will you be home, Ma?”“Maybe around dawn. Keep the door locked. Don’t open it right away. Got it? Even if your husband’s outside, it’s still not safe.”“Ma…”“Why haven’t you two made up yet? He seems like a good man. You’re both making things harder than they need to be—especially him, standing guard like some night watchman. Don’t you feel sorry for him?”“Let him wear himself out first, Ma. If it’s meant to happen, it will.”“I get it. But what if someone else comes along in the next few days? Would you be okay with that?”“Then he doesn’t love me. That’s it.”Her mom nodded at her again.“Alright, I’m leaving. Just eat something. I cooked chicken soup.”“Okay, take care.”She walked her mom outside. She’d still close the gate after.She glanced at the makeshift shelter across the street. Her h