My Husband Hides His Beauty の小説・ストーリー

Ahh, after all, we both love each other so much, I was thinking about our love with a blushed face. “Sky, I couldn’t retrain myself praising these dishes, even I should kiss your hand thousand times which will be less after you can create magic with these hands.” After having the next morsel of seafood, my husband again praised me wholeheartedly for taking my hand in his hand and kissed it, which lead my face to blush again. Hmm, my dear husband ate nothing since morning, that’s why enjoying food merrily and even praising me. After a few minutes I realized the dozes of praise is over expectation, I know he likes the dishes cooked by me but today he is not only praising the dishes but crossed

"But you are hiding something. I know it." The smile he rewards my statement has my defences rising. We might have been a couple for only six months but I like to think I know my husband. And my instinct tells me to insist. He bops my nose, I grimace, he is stalling. I am right, he is hiding something. "Brandon," I draw out his name, his face goes blank and I am tempted to retreat before I ruin our pleasant evening but I can’t. My hands circle his wrists. "What are you hiding?"

Her chestnut hair was casually falling on her back. Hearing her words, Roman's face darkened. He glared at Athena with a cold expression. It was true that he didn't want people to know that he was marrying the maid of his house. It would tarnish his image and affect his business which he would never let happen. His grandfather was forcing him to marry her but that didn't mean he would let it ruin all of his hard work. So he figured out this solution to keep this marriage and his wife hidden. His grandfather had agreed to keep this marriage hidden until he was ready but he didn't know about the contract. He would never agree to this contract.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

I didn't respond. My throat felt dry. It was like I'd suddenly forgotten how to speak. I couldn't even get any words out. “Why do you hide your curves?” Arturo breathed. He pulled at my jacket, and within seconds… It was on the floor. Leaving my bare arms and cleavage exposed. “M – My husband doesn't like me wearing clothes that expose my figure,” I stumbled. He pulled me closer, his fingers rubbing down the arch of my back.

“I-I’m not wearing any make up right now…I-I feel shy to show you my face…” I chuckled, a low and husky sound, as I teased her. “You know I always want to see your face, babe. Even if you’re not wearing any make up, you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Come on and show me your face. You don’t have to be shy, I am your husband.”

My fingers fidget against the clasp of my clutch, betraying nerves I don’t want him to see. “Why not? She should know you came.” “She should,” I concede. “But I can’t go in with you.” Concern flickers across his face, not prying, just steady. “Why?” I draw a sharp breath. “Because I’m married, and I don’t think it would look… ideal for anyone in this room to see us like that.” For the first time, his expression falters. The light in his eyes dims, just slightly, like a flame bracing against wind.

He merely cocked an eyebrow and said, "I'm allergic to anything that you toast me with." She bit her lip, her eyes reddening. "Do you have the wrong idea about me, Mr. Rivers? Is this because of that trending search? But it's good publicity for the fashion show." "I don't need that kind of cheap, third-rate publicity. And besides, your relationship with Mr. Jensen is murky at best, Ms. Stewart. Are you seriously telling me you don't know he's married?" Angela's face drained of color. My marriage to Simon had always been kept strictly under wraps. Even if a rumor slipped out here or there, he would quickly suppress it. So, the fact that he was married was something most people didn't know, un

For a woman with a heart like a scorpion, he drove away the wife who only had eyes for him and even sent his own son to death's door. "What have I done..." Caspian clutched his head in agony, his fingers digging deep into his hair. On the monitor, Isolde smoothed her dress, switching her face to a loving expression like magic, and turned off the lights to leave the room. Seconds later, footsteps approached the living room. "Honey, Julian is asleep. I tucked him in." Isolde walked over with a sweet smile, snuggling up to him. "What's wrong? You look terrible."