Novel & Cerita My Husband Hides His Beauty

"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."

“Ah, yes. I'm proud of you, Feb. You are the strongest woman I have ever known. Until now, I've admired you for making it through our complicated married life.” 'If only you knew, Mas. I'm very fragile in here.' Feby thought in response to her husband's statement. 'No, no, no. Don't let Ares know what she is feeling right now. As a result Feby only showed a fake smile. Ares was talking to someone through a phone call. While Feby prefers to occupy herself with the spaghetti in front of her. Until she didn't realize that there was Angga who was watching her movements all this time.

Has your husband taken you home? I shook my head in disbelief. Ulysses' flippancy was baffling, especially since his father appeared more earnest. To Abraham Narvaza Do as you please, ABRAHAM !!! Feeling restless, I decided to search for Hector. As I wandered the apartment, I found him, adorned in an apron, his back to me as he concentrated on the stove. There was something about him, an unspoken allure that never failed to captivate me. His sculpted, strong physique seemed to unsettle my thoughts, bit by bit.

"You are gifted. What do you think? Every lady dreams of having you as her spouse. You're a husband material?" "Husband material?" "Yeah, the one who cooks well, is protective and kind, is gorgeous and muscular, and is, of course, wealthy and, more importantly, a CEO! Duh!" He chuckled once more. "Woah! That's what I was referring to! See! When you smile like that, you look fantastic! Why are you hiding behind a mask? Don't you enjoy the spotlight? If I were like you, I'd have enough girlfriends to fill this house and have a party every night."

I finally said, my hand curling into a tight fist as I stared up at him. I expected him to say something, anything, but he stood still, his eyes not leaving mine as he tilted his head slightly, his face blank. My chest tightened painfully as tears stung behind my eyes. "You can't let him know..." I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. He pulled his hand from his pocket and glanced at his wristwatch before looking back at me. "I dislike it when people waste my time." I took a step forward, my heartbeat drumming loudly in my ears as I voiced the words out before I could stop them. "You can't let my husband know we made love...please, you can't tell him." My throat dried up without wa

"Cut the crap! Your future wife's the most beautiful woman in Cloudcove. Who knows how many men are dying to be with her? If you don't go now, don't come crying to me if someone steals her away." "The most beautiful woman in Cloudcove?" Damian's eyes brightened. "Whoa! Why didn't you say so sooner? Why would I want to hang out with an old fogey like you if I had a hot wife waiting for me? "I'm off to meet my beautiful wife!" Thrilled, Damian dashed off impatiently, shouting as he did, "Gloria's a born seductress, Alden! Don't overdo it! I don't want to come back to find that you've been sucked dry!"

"No. It's too dangerous." I snort. "Now you know how I feel." He disappears into the bathroom, still shaking his head, and a shower starts up, water drumming against the tiles. Steam curls into the room. Thickens the air like mist. Quietly, I push to my feet and tug my sweater over my head. He thinks he can hide his happy tears away from me? Nope. No way. My husband may be a big, brutal boxer. He may pound his opponents and roar for the crowds. But this side of him, this gentle, secret side... it's all for me. I drop my sweater and go after what's mine.

"I would like you to meet my beautiful wife, Tessa Angeline McCall." My cheeks are red due to that sweet intro from my sweet romantic husband, and the smile that appears on his father's face warms my heart, but my entire being turn all cold at once the moment my gaze lands on his mother. I knew she wasn't impressed with me for some reason. I guess you can't hide everything with just a makeover. She might have sensed something odd behind this beautiful attire and makeups I am wearing. But honestly, does she have to be so sensitive and so oblivious? "What a beauty you got for yourself here, son! I didn't know you had such great taste!"

“Okay, ma'am.” She nodded once, she opened the door and strode out, heading to their bedroom. As she entered, she intended to enjoy herself on the couch but changed her mind, she sauntered casually toward the bed. He was wearing trousers without a shirt or undershirt on. Charlene shook her head countlessly to stop herself from drooling over the sight of him. His flawless body sparkled under the spotlight above the bed. “You've been standing on that spot for three minutes, Charlene.”. He said knowingly, laying flat on his tummy while facing her. She composed herself, cleared her throat before walking closer. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were actually married, the same man in the maga

Arthur exhales with a wide smile on his lips. I return his smile before gently placing my hands on his shoulders as I softly pat it. "I don't believe you're lying, but..." My voice trailed off as I replaced my smile with a solemn expression. "Mister Handsome, I know you're lying, and it pains me greatly that you're still hiding who you truly are from me. You literally know about my late husband and my illness, and yet you continue to conceal your identity from me." I declare, before biting my lower lip to control my rage.