A marriage full of wounds
chapter 43
"Eat," the handsome man commanded by putting down, a plate of breakfast for his wife.
The man with a sharp gaze handed a portion of breakfast to his wife. Not forgetting a glass of warm milk he put in front of his wife.
The petite woman was still seen gawking with a confused face and a slightly open mouth.
I don't know why she feels strange with this warm treatment of her husband, but last night she looked so angry at him.
"Hurry, finish your breakfast. After this you come with me to the office!" Sela Jeffin's.
Catherine turned her face forward, where her savage husband sat.
"To office?" Her touch was smooth with a face of shock.
Jeffin did not reply, he only published a thin, very thin smile. Catherine did not realize it either.
"Basic, strange man, Himalayan ice block," Catherine kneeled inwardly.
"You, say something, little bear?" Timpal Jeffin with his sexy heavy voice.
"No!" Catherine's elak is fast.
Catherine also busied herself eating her breakfast, in order to avoid the husband's sharp gaze, making her shudder slowly.
Jeffin just raised his eyebrows next to the astonishment, seeing the attitude of the wife as wrong behavior and his face looks blushing.
Couples of different ages also enjoy breakfast in silence. There was only a cry from each cutlery that enlivened the awkward atmosphere for a — Catherine.
While the dictator man, so calm and elegant eating breakfast. So that Catherine was made dumbfounded by the style of the husband who was so guarding the image - anywhere.
"Was everyone eating that way?" Inner asked.
"Isn't that how they really cut down on the food?" He continued to secretly watch the movements of the husband who was so elegant.
"really! I can't, "express in my heart.
Trying to follow her husband how to eat food in the style of a conglomerate.
He became himself, enjoying food in his own style. He does not want to be too burdened by elegant manners, which will reduce him to enjoy a delicious meal.
"For as long as she appreciates someone, what's wrong with being yourself" her monologue, regardless of the husband's intense gaze.
"Run, breakfast. I'll get ready!" Jeffin cried while getting up from the chair, walking towards the kitchen, putting down the dirty dishes used to eat.
"Any minute Alan will come." He nodded while leaving a kiss on the top of his wife's head.
"Replace your clothes after this" he said and immediately walked out of the room.
Catherine could only gape, seeing her husband's gentle treatment, she even followed her husband's steps until he disappeared from her presence.
"She, why? What, the dictator's soul was replaced with the guardian angel's soul?" A great-granddaughter with a face of shock mixed with confusion.
"What the fuck, he wants to take me to the company. What, he suddenly lost his memory? Didn't she herself say, she would never consider me" she murmured while remembering her husband's treatment and words.
"Give up' he wants how," he said slowly.
Catherine also calmly enjoyed the breakfast menu cooked by her husband. Catherine, did not expect, that her husband was really good at processing the cuisine as good as he ate today.
………..
"Good morning, young lady!" Greet Jeffin's assistant.
Catherine who was cleaning the dishes was surprised by the greeting d behind her.
"Mr Alan" said Catherine with a surprised face.
The man with the ideal body put a paper bag on the table while bending back his body and leaving — Catherine.
"Sound! Why are they both from the North Pole?" Mumbled wailing.
Catherine picked up the paper bag that her husband's assistant had placed,. Take him to the room.
"Sorry!" Catherine.
Quickly Catherine, shut the bathroom door, before her husband became savage again.
Catherine leaned her back against the door leaf by rubbing her chest that was suddenly pounding.
"God! Why is she so sexy," she murmured and then covered her own mouth.
"But, dear Himalayan blocks of ice cubes," he quipped with a sneering face.
The petite woman looked at the contents inside the paper bag, and her face was met with red, when she saw a pair inside there.
She realized that if she was not wearing anything, luckily, her husband's shirt could cover her up to the thigh. And ... The shirt fabric was pretty thick.
"How does he know my size?" Chirp while scanning his appearance in the mirror.
Catherine just put her shoulders together, you idiot. Most importantly, her body was now wrapped in a plain luxurious dress.
Catherine opened the door of the room, after witnessing her appearance already presentable.
The first thing witnessed when he came out of the room was, the dictator man was busy installing his tie.
"Ehem!" Catherine berdehem.
She also walked closer to her husband. "Let me help you," he bargained in a flat voice.
Jeffin turned his body upside down, when his little wife was behind his tall body. He then handed the black tie in hand to his wife.
Catherine also grabbed and began to get closer to her dictatorial husband.
As much as possible, Catherine endured the turmoil in her chest and tried to suppress her nervousness. He must not be seen, weak in front of men so-this incident. Which sometimes becomes fierce, savage and now seems to be tame. "Any," his mind sneered.
By putting on her flat face, Catherine began to attach the tie to the collar of the husband's shirt. Both of her short legs tried to match the height of the man in front of her. Jeffin could only lower his face, looking at the cute face of his little wife, more precisely to the beautiful and legit lips of the wife.
Jeffin who realized his wife's distress immediately grabbed the dressing table located beside him using his side foot. ‘'use this!" exclaim Jeffin.
Catherine also said, climbing the small table, until her height can match the husband. Now their faces are aligned and their breaths greet each other.
Not one bit Jeffin turned his face, he continued to look at the cute face of the wife. He wanted to take a quick look at those big lips and take a sip.
Moreover, his wife looks repeatedly pursed her lips that look adorable.
Now both hands were burly, on the slender waist of his wife. Pressing firmly, until the bodies of both are stuck without distance.
Obviously Catherine was so surprised at the husband's sudden embrace and she was suddenly nervous as the beautiful face approached.
"What, did you forget to clean your mouth?" Whisper Jeffin in front of the lips of his wife who almost met.
"Have," said Catherine nervously.
"really?! Sela the husband.
Catherine reflexively nodded with a face that tried to duck, but her savage husband prevented it by holding his chin.
"Keep, what is this?" Jeffin's whisper drew his lips closer. Unbeknownst to his wife, Jeffin kissed the corner of his wife's lips. Catherine closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and tenderness of her husband's lips.
"You, leave a little sauce," he whispered in the former and repeatedly did it gently. Now the man's lips are on the lips of his wife.
Intrudes and*********softly with the close embrace it gives to the wife.
Catherine could only be speechless with her eyes shrinking strongly, until the wrinkles on both of her eyelids were visible. Both hands, can only squeeze the strong suit of the husband.
"We, must leave immediately" he whispered and immediately stepped outside the room.
"God! I why?" Restless with a dazed face.
"I should have, I refused."
