My Wife Is Cold Novels & Stories

"A power-hungry person. I can handle him." A surprising reaction. He even leaned back, staring at his wife in disbelief. "Why did you jump to that conclusion so quickly?" His wife shrugged. Only then did he realize that the woman was still naked and not covered by a blanket. He quickly covered her body to keep her from catching a cold.

That's right, I'd almost forgotten that my wife is the ceo of a million-dollars company. My agitation must have shown on my face as Roxanne chuckled. "Are you having cold feets now, Mr husband?" The old Jonathan would probably be having cold feet and the sheer thought of our class differences but now, all I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. "Cold feets?. Me?" I let out a short laughter. "Not a chance in hell"

Rage licks through my veins as my imagination runs wild. Did they rape her? What exactly did they do to her? Why does she look so bruised? Her skin is icy to the touch. How long did they leave her in the rain? I shut my eyes as my fingers start to tremble. Not now. First, I need to make sure my wife is okay. Being as gentle as I can, I lean back to swipe her blonde locks off her forehead and she clings to me, shivering and shaking her head. “Please… it’s so cold. So cold…”

Oh, so she was blasting off silently on me through her eyes because of how angrily I had forced her to quit her last night work and come with me to my mansion! But for a fucking professor would she be enraged with her husband, huh? “Aha…” I groaned quietly before shooting a glance down at my body. My dick was at its hardest. Earlier, I increased the temperature in the air conditioning just because I was a little worried about my wife catching a cold. But when she didn't care about her husband but her fucking professor, why should I care for her? Zara was startled to see how I altered the temperature of the bedroom to the lowest. She curled her toes out of the cold!

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

" she asked, ill at ease. That's when Xander knew about it either. "Let's go inside, my love. Your dress is so thin you may catch a cold." Xander doesn't care about himself one bit, only his wife alone. He sheathes his wife's frame and escorted her inside. They both went back and Xander closed the sliding door to the balcony. The heat of the room now gives them so much relief after dwelling in the cold.

Her eyes were not leaving her husband who was enjoying the food she prepared. If he was acting, he was really, really good. She hugged herself as she felt cold. The coldness started from her heart and seeped to her body. Matthew was half finished with his dinner when he noticed that his wife was quivering. Worried, he put the cutlery down, wiped his mouth and strode to Kirsten. “What’s wrong? Are you cold?” He embraced her and felt her trembling body. “Please, speak to me, love. What’s wrong?” He took off his coat and had her wear it and then wrapped her around with his arms again.

Him beside me. He didn't answer me. Instead, he picked up the comforter and put it around my shoulder. The cold I was feeling was slowly disappearing and was getting replaced by the warmth of the comforter… "Why are you doing this?" "You're my wife. I can't let you stay here alone." He looked at me. His blue eyes were as gentle as his voice. A sarcastic smile formed on my lips. "That's not what you said to me before." "Has this happened before?"

Something was really wrong with me that needed immediate psychological attention. She held my hand. “Come on, dance with me. It’s on my bucket list.” She then danced and spun around before she wrapped her arms around my neck. Now, I was completely wet and turned on—I was burning from the inside. I could feel every inch of my wife’s body pressed against mine—the swell of her tits and hardening nipples. “Are we done?” I calmed down. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. She had not realized how freezing it was right now, but soon she needed to get warm.

All I saw was that my wife was safe and sound. But she just stands there. My all-time reacting wife is now staying numb to my hug? I don't feel her shiver under my touch as she usually does. And the worst is, she pushed me away. She went in to bring coffee to me. I know she is avoiding me. I should make it up to her. This is not the right time. I will do it when everyone leaves. I can't peel my eyes away from her. It gives me so much relaxation to see her all in one piece. She scared the shit out of me.