Novel & Cerita My Wife Is So Sweet

She smiled and said, “We’ll open the account together. This is your money. Keep it well.” Maxwell’s love for her intensified. His darling wife was the best. She was not greedy at all! His wife was such a kind, warm and gentle person. She was truly one of a kind. He was such a lucky man to have her as his wife!

What I really want most is to get this woman out of my house as soon as possible. “Sweetheart, I have hold over everyone.” She sighs. Looking at me, she tilts her head and sizes me up. “I suppose I can see why they like you. You are an attractive thing. My husband would like you too.” My stomach churns. I might actually be sick. I couldn’t give a fuck what her husband would like.

She shrugs her shoulders. I look her over. How is this sweet woman married to a man like Damon King? She looks at my face and smiles. “Don’t look at me like that.” She says teasingly. “I am totally checking you out. I can’t believe you married to a man like Damon…” I tell her honestly. She chuckles. “You would think that. But Damon is so different with me than he is with anyone else. He is like Beckett is, but ten times sweeter when we’re alone." She says.

And the more I saw the more enthralled I became with the woman who was to be my wife, my mate for life. She's different from anyone I've everyone I've ever known in the past, her brand of sweet and innocent mixed with sultry siren was bound to keep me on my toes for years to come. Each peek into her life was a paradox that sometimes left me laughing out of control and others left my dick hard enough to break steel.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

The flowers in the low vase because she found tall arrangements ostentatious. I had been preparing since nine o’clock that morning without being asked because not being asked was the whole point. A good wife anticipated. A good wife did not need instructions. She came through the door and kissed Donald on both cheeks and then turned to me and took my hands in hers and smiled. “Anita.” Her voice was warm. It was always warm. That was the thing about Margaret. There was never anything you could point to. “You look beautiful. This house always looks so lovely when you’ve had time to prepare.”

It still didn’t change the fact that I, in fact, am a proud wife of my husband, Austin Hook. …. A/N: Oh my goshhh! That’s so cute(⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠).

They were… gentle. “My wife has worked hard,” he said. He so rarely called me “wife” like that, so formally. My face instantly flushed. I wanted to take the glass from him, but instead, he held it to my lips, tilting it so I could drink. It was just water, plain water, but it tasted… sweet. But sometimes, the sweeter things are, the more you worry. The more you’re afraid of losing them. And then, Susan Wenger’s words echoed in my mind.

I say hugging her, she hugs me tightly, “I will give you whatever you want, just name it okay.” She nods deep into the hug, “you are a pretty awesome husband, who would have thought.” “What do you mean who would have thought?” “You threatened me the first day we met, and you are cold and rude to people, of course one would not think you would be this sweet.” “I am only sweet to you; besides you were just too beautiful I didn’t know what to say,” I say shyly. "You are such a sappy husband," she says blushing, I put my arm around her waist and brought her closer to me.

"Are you mad Sena?" "I am not." Then he suddenly kissed me on my forehead, which makes my cheeks feel sudden warmth. His hand then guides my head to his shoulder. He wishes for me to lie closer to him. “There is no use of annoyance, whenever we are close like this.” My husband is so sweet that he makes me want to cry... And this heavenly feeling that I find on him. If the ant bites me here because he is sweet, I will be furious. But thankfully, there isn't an ant present. I'm going to use this opportunity to my advantage. Yay.