The Lovely Wife Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His love for his wife is evident in the way he cherishes and values her, making her feel secure and appreciated. Lola, with her nurturing nature and radiant smile, was the heart of their home. She brought warmth and tenderness to every interaction, creating an environment where love could flourish. Her love for her husband is evident in the way she cares for him, always finding small ways to show her affection and support.

“There is nothing wrong with being a mother and a wife. Thousands of women find that job a lot more fulfilling than anything else, and I’m really looking forward to it.” He smiled down at her. “It’s a drastic change from being a partying jet setter.” She went on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. “A wonderful change.” With hooded eyes he whispered roughly. “You are amazing. How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife?” Loraine felt a shiver of excitement rush through her. She swallowed a lump of nerves in her throat easily deciphering the look on his face. It was their wedding night and he was ready to seal their vows by joining their bodies.

All thanks to his wife, Luna. Preston looked at Mylo sharply and said, “Come and support her while I straighten my clothes.” Mylo looked away and stammered, “What? Huh... I think you should just keep holding her, Mr. King. You see, her face... What I’m saying is that a gentleman wouldn't touch a lady without her consent. And it is worse in this case, seeing as she is drunk.” Preston gritted his teeth. That was just a stupid excuse. Mylo simply didn’t want to be in contact with his ugly wife.

Her posture was rigid, her back straight, her body locked in place. Arthur chuckled softly. “Shy,” he remarked. “I prefer it that way. Less trouble. More innocence.” A flicker of anger flared inside Mary, brief and powerless. Innocent was not the word she would have chosen. She felt stained by his gaze alone. “She will be an excellent wife,” Silas said smoothly. He placed a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, a gesture meant to convey trust and partnership. It made Mary’s stomach churn. “Obedient. Quiet. Beautiful. Everything you value.”

Forever A sharp pain tore through my chest, making me wince. I cast a lingering glance at my wife, one hand flung carelessly on the spot where I had just been lying down, the other holding a pillow tight, her beautiful hair like a dark halo framing her face, and the warmth I could feel seeping from her skin, The pain in my chest cut deeper. She looks so unburdened, so beautiful that if I could have her stay in here, with me where it's safe for the rest of our days, I would

His serious wife likes mischief every now and then, he likes to help. "I am definitely going to worry about myself this time around." He moved closer to her but have a huge smile on his face. She blinked her eyes innocently at him, playing with the edge of her sweater like a little bairn. He is one lucky man, she is so innocent and beautiful, the sight he would love to see every blessed day after coming back from work. If only he hadn't made the greatest mistake of his life by taking another wife.

He caught it with one hand without even thinking. "You'll be a good husband," she said. Her voice was no longer serious. It was teasing now. Light and playful. "I'll be the best husband," he replied. He opened the catalog she had thrown at him and started flipping through the pages. Page after page of flowers. Roses, lilies, peonies. White ones, pink ones, cream ones. He frowned a little. "These flowers all look the same to me. I swear they do. What is the difference between this one and this one?"

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

Once she confirmed the contents, a twisted grin spread across her lips. "Now, tell me," I said. "Who is she?" "You really want to know?" Sophie clutched the envelope tightly against her chest. "Her name is Sabrina Sinclair." The name drew a complete blank, and I questioned, "Who on earth is Sabrina?" "Hudson's ex-wife," Sophie revealed, enunciating every word. "And the real mastermind behind The Domestication Project." The pieces of the puzzle instantly clicked together in my mind. "Is she after Hudson?" I asked.