My Husband Is Always Cold Novels & Stories

I'm aware of his thumb moving up and down on my back. " Go, change. You'll catch a cold. " He says. Immediately, I hold out my hand with soap. He grabs it from my hand. The edge of his lips curled up in a small smile. I love the dauntless part of him. I couldn't disobey him. It's not me who takes orders usually. My husband! He holds power over me. His concerned nature sparks something warm in my chest. I take a step back. He allows me to go away. I hate it to go away from him. I've yet to find the reasons. I know he could be the most vicious. Strangely, I believe, he won't.

Her face was drained of all color like a corpse, and her lips were frozen purple. She stared at me. There was not a single wisp of warmth left in her. “Cold… cold…” The moment she spoke, a stream of deathly white frost spewed from her mouth straight into my face. The cold made me tremble, but suddenly, it all made sense. Without a word, I started unbuttoning my heavy, padded red cotton coat. I had kept this coat tucked away in a drawer for years. It was the last gift from my husband, who had been gone for more than a decade now. He had it stuffed thick with cotton, and it was warm enough to block out the harshest winters.

"Relax. I told them the owner is more stubborn than solid rock. And that I had no interest in being slapped by my own wife just for casually selling off my in-laws’ company." I scoffed softly. "You’re never serious." "But I married seriously," he replied. "Very seriously. Look—I even endured that half-raw steak tonight without complaining, just to look like a sophisticated husband." I chuckled. And like so many nights before, in that silence, I caught another glimpse of Hugo’s most elusive side—the man who could be cold as code, yet warm as a room in winter... when he was with me. And tonight, he was with me.

But I know what I saw, and I know behind that emotionless and expressionless stoic man is the real Nathan Pearce. But somehow, I could reach him. It's been 2 years and 4 months since we married, and I still couldn't make him smile. My marriage has been cold and loveless since the first day I entered this house. And my husband has remained emotionless and cold as he has always been. The realization that I might have been the reason why he was not happy made me crazy. At first, I wanted to divorce him because I wanted him to be happy, but as time went on, I wanted out, too.

I clutched my stomach under the blanket, silently praying that the baby would hold on, just a few seconds longer. Derek grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to lean on his shoulder. I blinked in surprise and stared at his stoic face. Was that worry? Or something else? My finger curled tighter against the fabric of my gown. I allowed myself to lean into him. He radiated heat, warming up my frigid skin. His scent wrapped around me like a warm blanket. “Are you still cold?” he asked, rubbing my arm up and down in a bid to generate warmth. My stomach was tearing itself to pieces, the cold was the least of my worries. But at least the warmth between my legs had stopped flowing. “Yes,” I said softly.

There was no love between the both of them, but as days passed by, Karen could feel Kevin's care and love for her. He had never said anything but she could feel it. For example, she was afraid of the cold. Her hands and feet were always cold during winter. He will secretly prepare gloves and various warm clothing for her. One day, she woke up in the middle of the night, she saw her feet were between his feet. He tried to pass his body heat to her. He showed his care for her in all the little things. What was she thinking if she didn't cherish such a thoughtful man who is her husband?

"What can I say, Mrs. Billionaire? My wife looks delicious in the morning." She laughs. "I'm still in my PJ's, Julian." "You look delicious in anything," I contend, and she laughs harder. I could listen to her laugh all day. She places her head on my chest, a fond gesture of hers, one I've come to completely love. "Happy anniversary, hubby." I hug her tighter, but her grumbling tummy breaks the moment. She flushes under my gaze. "Looks like someone's hungry," I smirk and snort escapes her.

Clara's POV "Hon! I know you are tired! I waited you for so long so we could sleep together! I miss you!" My husband just arrived. I helped him take off his coat. After we took it off he threw it on the sofa. He is so cold. He acted coldly. But he wasn't like that before? I wonders, even though he was tired at the time, he still managed to entertain me. I don't know why my husband is so cold tonight. I caressed his cheek and kissed him. But he didn't respond to kiss me back. It's like he doesn't feel it.

The man who's now still dozing with a gentle snore, he’s my husband. My heart and feelings, which were once cold and unwilling to be touched, I don't know when he mastered them. Maybe it's his cheesy remarks. Maybe it's his silly behavior. Or perhaps it's even his grievances when he talks about what he's been facing. Rearranging the contents of my mind to accept that it all leans on me. Because I'm sure he'll do the same for me.

With each passing day, my husband is changing and becoming cold towards me. If he was busy in the past, it's worse now. He hardly comes home every night and the reason is that he is really busy with the company. Yes, I'm just wondering when I know the reason why he doesn't come home anymore.