Why Is My Wife So Pretty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When he says that he wishes he met me first, my heart almost explodes with ecstasy, and when he says he loves me, I couldn't breathe, if only it was true. 'Well, it's not like he likes me like that, he's probably just being friendly, plus I am his brother wife and I am hideous, or am I not'-I think as I stare down at my reflection in the mirror ' How could anyone consider this beautiful, my face is hideous, my scar is ugly'- I tell myself, before remembering his words. " Your husband married you because he loves you and because you are beautiful, just like I said you are" I recall, and a broad smile creeps its way to my face.

I said solemnly, nodding my head. “But you see, I am already married. My wife would be very cross if I brought home a second bride, especially one as spirited as you.” She blinked, processing this. “Oh. Is your wife as pretty as you?” I pinched my lips together as I shrugged. “She is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life,” I answered. And for a moment, a flash of Kari’s face pierced my chest with deep longing. “And you... you are much too young,” I continued, giving her a kind smile.

That innocence locked in those eyes—I wanted it gone. I wanted to see them darken with pleasure, with hunger, with something sinful. But would it really be unholy… if she was my wife? Absolutely fucking not. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Her chewing slowed as she straightened. Her body tensed, as if she’d just realized she’d let her guard down. Walls I wanted to reduce to dust. “My wife is beautiful,” I said smoothly. “Allow me to appreciate such fine, stubborn art.” Her eyes rolled back, lips puffing out a breath that brushed my face.

Despite not having any little ones running around the house I do consider our relationship to be pretty special, we share common interests in nearly every social and political category, we're both animal lovers, progressive minded, and generally decent people. In addition to connecting on a mental level, we also click on a physical one. Our sex life is great, we are always teasing each other and we usually find time for sex at least a few times a week. I like to consider myself a relatively attractive guy, nearly six feet tall and with semi-attractive features - growing up I never had a huge problem receiving attention from women. With that being said, my wife is a total knockout. She has an

He really knows how to get my heart. "I believe you… Gideon," I said, meeting his stares. "I just couldn't help it..." I lightly shook my head. "Damn. I never thought I'd be a jealous wife." I wasn't even a jealous girlfriend to my past boyfriends before. "It's your fault," I continued to purse my lips. "Why do you have to be so gorgeous?" "You think I'm gorgeous?" he asked, his lips curving in a wide smile. "Of course! That's why women are flocking over you." I rolled my eyes. "Asked any woman, and they said you're gorgeous in a heartbeat."

What am I saying other than myself? "It's true. We both have a relationship. You're my wife, right?" I looked at him and saw a smile on his lips. I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're fluttered," I said. I saw how he bit his lower lip. "It's because my wife is so adorable." He didn't even hide that he was fluttered. "So what's up Mr. Shein?" "Not yet," I was surprised by his answer. Really? Nothing yet? Is he ugly and no one cut him? But I doubt it. Her teeth are beautiful. Beautiful eyes. I am also sure that the body is beautiful and fragrant. So why?

Which I am, mind you. "We are here," the driver informed us, and only then did I break out of my thoughts to give my newly wedded wife a glance. There was no doubt about the fact that she took me by surprise with her beauty. The burgundy hair and the hazel eyes were an easy way to charm someone. There was no way someone could walk past her before turning their heads the second time just to have a glance at her. I was glad at least that motherfucker didn't produce an ugly offspring like himself. But personalities could be uglier, right? We have yet to find out. She was looking out the window, probably admiring the view of the house. Again then, my place could also make people turn their heads

The day I catch my fiancée, Autumn Freeman, in bed with another man, the guy on top of her deliberately slashes his own face. Autumn throws herself in front of him, refusing to budge. Even as I fall apart right there, she refuses to let me get a clear look at his face. She turns to me, her voice breaking as she pleads through her tears. "This is all my fault. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I only ask that you leave him alone, Clark Ballard." After that day, Autumn gives up her privacy. She hands me her phone every day and installs hidden cameras in her car herself. Even when patients text her, I grill her about it. She accepts everything without complaint, doing what

He really hates it when I face our guests—especially on such an occasion—without having makeup on my face or like I didn’t look presentable. And I totally understand why Liam has the reason of preferring his wife looks presentable to his audience; aside from the special occasion that will take place, also, Liam hates receiving disgust and judgments from his judgmental colleagues. He likes how presentable and beautiful his co-workers' wives are, and so do I.

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.