The Art Of Taming His Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their gazes locked, and she beamed at him, which he returned. "My husband is my rock," Leslie stated, a statement that made Julian's eyes widen slightly. He'd only ever called her father that because he was the only constant in her life. "My husband has been by my side through all my ups and downs. I owe him everything. He painted my blank canvas and filled it with so much that I could barely take it," she said, looking back at the reporters. "Sorry, it's an inside joke," she muttered, earning small chuckles from everyone present. Arthur stepped forward. "Okay everyone, it's time for refreshments. We'll continue after everyone has rested and socialized." The crowd dissipated, and Julian came

He affirmed before taking the plates one by one on the table. She observed how her husband treats her. He's gentle, far from the real Colton he witnessed last night. Ever since they set up to marry, Colton has been always making decisions with Lissie following obediently with no objections. But today, the unusual gentleness Colton showed Lissie made her uncomfortable. ‘Wake up, Lissie! This monster is ready to trade your baby's life! Don’t fall for his trojan traps’ With that thought, Lissie jerked on the bowl along with the tray. Shattered glasses fell on the ground, mirroring their fragment relationship.

"You love Jake so much, sis. I'm sure you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself to help him pay off his debts, right? This outfit suits you perfectly. You were born to be a man's little bitch. Go on, get on the floor and bark for us." I clutched the collar tightly, looked up, and let tears roll down my face. "Jake, I'm your wife. The woman you married. Are you really going to humiliate me like a dog just for money?" But Jake was already blind with greed over that fifty grand. Whatever husbandly feeling he had left was long gone. He grabbed me by the collar. "Shut the hell up! I still have the deed to your parents' rundown little house. You refuse to wear this? Tomorrow, I'll have those two old

“I just want to feed you the right way. I've already been forced to order a pizza for lunch because you got too excited when you saw me going to the kitchen... And to the bedroom... And to the living room... And now to the bathroom too. “ he raised an eyebrow at her, with a smirk “ Is one day enough to send you to a sex addiction clinic? " As long as you booked a room next to mine..." she stuck her tongue out at him, when her husband left her sitting in one of the leather armchairs and soon after handed her a towel.

"My dear wife, I'm wrong. I am worse than an animal. I am obsessed with sex. I'm sorry. I'm sorry—" He tried to explain himself. "Actually, I didn't do anything to her. I was just interrogating her." He had yet to take off his clothes or touch Debra; he could definitely lie through it! "Did you say you were interrogating her?" Yumi chuckled; she could not believe her ears. "Then what's with the food and wine? You've drugged her, haven't you?" Yumi knew her husband well. He was extremely lustful, and she could tell that he was lying at a glance.

And for this to be fixed, the man that maybe I’m supposed to marry on paper gave father a deal. I don’t know why he had to offer a deal to a family like us when he can just marry a daughter from a richest family like him. Men are really complicated. I heard that this man rarely spoke. His stare can intimidate everyone; there is unsettling about him that I can’t explain. I already seen her from a previous party where our family was invited. When I wanted to study him, he caught me in the act that made my heart rush. I could feel my chest about to explode because of those stares!

she knew how her husband lost it whenever someone tried to provoke him. But, now, he was out of control. Acting like an animal when they had a problem on their hands. She knew he could be an animal, which can’t be tamed. She just hopes that Kate doesn’t end like others…who keep digging their own graves and at the end, songs of farewell will be sung for them. With white roses following…seeing how angry her husband was. “Now the stupid tie won’t come off…uurrghh!” he ranted feeling frustrated about everything. Even further by his wife who put her hands on her curvaceous hips raising an eyebrow.

••ARABELLA POV•• "Shameless? I don’t think so," he smirked with a flirty smile on his face. "After all, I’m your husband, and it’s my job to make all your fantasies come true, so it's one of my duties." "Yes, I read that, a good husband treats his wife well, and respects her," Abigail supported Xander's statement, holding up her phone, "how to be a perfect husband! It's an article Mommy, in that this content exists."

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

"Mr. Shepherd, you were too impulsive yesterday. All these years, it’s been your wife handling everything behind the scenes. “If she really gets upset and refuses to come back, the upcoming exhibition will fall into chaos." Henry snorted through his nose. "She merely basked in my glory. If the exhibitions succeeded, it was all because of my talent. "If she doesn’t come, let Tamara take over her work. It’s just menial tasks—anyone can do them." As if remembering something, Henry added, "Tamara isn’t like Rosalind. She’s naive and unwilling to flatter others. Don’t let her attend those banquets."