My Husband Hides His Beauty の小説・ストーリー

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Roger looked at the outfit Aretha was wearing for a long time, he narrowed his eyes to appreciate every detail of the outfit. While it doesn't quite meet Roger's requirements, it's still better than the second outfit. "What are you looking at? Aren't you so mesmerized by my beauty that you can't stand it?" Aretha quickly spoke up to tease Roger. Although Aretha felt a little uncomfortable inside, she didn't show her emotions. Aretha was used to hiding her feelings, she wouldn't let anyone guess her mood. "Temporarily acceptable. Now go out to eat. I'm hungry."

I looked like a fool before his eyes, I was satering… hope I didn’t droole. Then I realised im seeing the face of my husdand for the first time in almost three months of our mairriage . I looked at his face with a smile on mine. Hes beautiful so why does he hide his face from me” “Thanks for the comment I didn’t know I was that hot… and I don’t hide my face from you; I hide my whole side from everone” “now look at your husband”it sounded more like a command. So I rose my head to look at his face and he looke at me too

For a long moment, he said nothing, and that made my heart beat intensify, but I remained calm, hoping he wouldn't see the nervousness within me. "Can we have this conversation now?" I demanded, voice breaking. "You ever wonder about the things people hide?" he started, his voice signalling at hurt. An unhealed wound. My brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" He exhaled, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. "I mean people do a good job at pretending. Although some are better than others. He paused to meet my gaze. "Your husband, for example." My stomach churned at the mention of my husband. Was Nelson hiding anything?

Still, I forced myself to stay professional and neutral. His brow lifted slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Managing,” he echoed. “Not very convincing.” I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs, arms folding over my chest. “Marriage isn’t supposed to be convincing. It’s supposed to be private.” “Private, yes. But not hidden.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “Do you feel like you’re hiding things from your husband?” He’s trying to get a rise out of me. I know it, and I won’t let him.

"I heard that he looks horrendous. It just doesn't make sense for him to have beautiful children." Eliza pursed her lips. "My husband is not ugly..." Beau smiled when he heard the way Eliza addressed him. For some reason, he felt elated when she called him 'her husband'. It brought him back to that day, where she was soaked wet in the bathtub, looking all provocative and seductive. "When are you going to show me your husband's face then?" "I don't want to. I figure that he wants to maintain a low profile since nobody really knows his real looks. I want to respect his privacy."

Swift at the other end of the room. "Why would she hide her son if he looked this handsome?" She gritted her teeth. "Don't cause a scene here," Jonas told her to lower her voice and Rita scoffed, fuming in anger. "He has to be imperfect, to be hidden since childhood, he isn't perfect, right?" She looked at her husband. "Else why would they hide him, perhaps he is impotent!"

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

The colorful lights in the room made him roll his eyes nonstop. Before walking into the closet Charlene walked inside, while staring at him she couldn't believe she married the man in the magazines, Richard Sullivan. She could help but drool over his flawless body, he had bright shiny pink lips, long lashes like lady's. Bright blue eyes, Charlene figured it out he had been using contact lenses to hide his beautiful eyes.