Why Is My Wife So Pretty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Does your wife cook you a lot? Is that why you never call me and is that why you don't want to see me?" "Maybe," I turn back from them and away from them as I got confused about what I feel. I like her very much, she's like a model but I have my wife who cooks for me and made me satisfied with sex. More than satisfied. She laughed so beautifully. One of her assets on seducing men.

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me, “My sweet, beautiful, Ellie. Don’t hide from me.” “How can you say that I’m beautiful?” Ellie asked. I lightly run my fingers over Ellie’s thigh, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve met Ellie. I love when the sun hits your hair, and you can see the golden strands. Your eyes are always soft.” “You had women more beautiful than me,” Ellie replies. I shake my head, “That’s impossible. You have models jealous of you.” Ellie blushes, “They are jealous because I’m married to you.”

The newlyweds Levi, JK from top to bottom, was in a joyful atmosphere. This month, Carwyn announced that all employees will receive double wages, as a gift from the president's wife to everyone. Since then, a news spread in JK, that the consort's wife had completely "conquered" the president. Having just got married, the president immediately promoted his wife's position in the hearts of everyone. In the Levi's mansion, Vera is preparing to go out. But that was a long time ago. Now that it's been so long, I didn't expect Mira Aura to remain unchanged, still so young and beautiful. The aura deposited over time has penetrated her bones and marrow, causing her whole body to radiate a kind of se

I know who she means, but is she willing to waste her questions on something this stupid? “Little vixen-” *It's my questions,” she argues. “And I want to know, who do you think is prettier?” I sigh, taking a moment to think over her question. Who is prettier? Her or my wife? What my answer is and has to be are undoubtedly be two different things. Scarlett is listed as one of the prettiest women in the more than one magazine, she's delicate, fitting all standards of beauty but Aurora? She's stunning, there's no question of comparison in my books.

HUDSON'S POV When I awoke and beheld my wife's enchanting visage, an involuntary, beaming smile illuminated my face. What a splendid morning! She resembled a serene pagan goddess in the midst of her beauty. Her lips, not as ample as the coveted Angelina Jolie's, possessed a distinct allure with a full lower lip and a slender upper lip, radiating a sensuous and attractive charm reminiscent of moist pomegranate seeds. Her nose boasted a duchess-like elegance, a highly sought-after feature among celebrities. Yet, my wife's was naturally flawless, a divine endowment.

I retorted, making her smile, and for the first time I noticed she was pretty so I let her know, making her cheeks turn a tint of red. “Your wife is way more prettier and I admire how much she gets her body done. I’d be too scared to make such risk.” She explained and I couldn’t help but laugh and place the food on the table. It didn’t even taste as good as it smelt. “You are beautiful naturally and although I have never seen how your body actually looks, I’m certain it’s perfect.” I responded, cupping her hand and caressing it with my thumb before letting it go.

She spent most of her time in bars and with young men. I could not take it anymore, so I chose to give in. I went to therapy for three months. With the therapist’s help, I became more gentle. Bella was patient with me. On our wedding anniversary, I saw Carlson again. He was lying naked in bed with Bella. “Bella, do you like me or Pete more?” “Pete’s getting boring. He only lasts a few seconds in bed, unlike you. You’re so strong.” I heard their lustful moans.

Unexpectedly, Ailina was more beautiful than she was in the photos. I suddenly became lustful. If this woman could give birth to a son for me, then my child would have strong genes in the future. How beautiful my childhood was. Back then, it was because I was not good-looking that no beautiful girl could take a fancy to me. That was why I married my current wife. Every day, I almost vomited from looking at her. My wife was really ugly. I wanted my child to be a beauty. “Miss Wilson is much more beautiful than what was in the photo.” I praised generously.

"Wait, you think I said all that back there just to blow smoke out my ass? Are you serious?" "Well, I know I'm nowhere near as beautiful as she is." "You've got her beat hands down, babe." "Not even close." "You have mirrors in that place of yours?" "Well, yes, why?" "Had your eyes checked lately? You're fucking spectacular. I think you're the only one who doesn't know that." She pinked up at that, but he could tell she still wasn't convinced. "Well, if I'm so spectacular, why did my husband leave me for her?" Poor baby.

JONATHAN'S POV: THAT SAME DAY: “Thank you, thank you so much, Sweetheart. This would have never happened without you.” I kissed my wife repeatedly on her forehead, cheeks, lips and neck and she giggled melodiously, looking so gorgeous. Whew…My wife is breathtaking. Even with little to no make up. “It's all you, love. You are so talented, passionate and amazing, it's only right you get your flowers and deal with whoever attempts to tarnish your image.” She spoke sweetly and I held onto her waist firmly, unable to wipe the smile on my face.