
Although it continued to fidget Lisle ended up falling asleep as well. Kennard came to wake her just before dinner. The man seemed to have just taken a shower. Lisle was still seeing water droplets from Kennard's hair. The girl took a towel and tiptoed rubbed her husband's wet hair.
"Is this part of the first service as a wife?" Kennard half bowed so that his wife was not so difficult to reach. He sniffed the scent of shampoo from Lisle's hair.
Lisle did not comment, only her face was blushing. "You said it was dinner time. Come on!" Then rushed out of the room without waiting for Kennard who immediately followed from behind.
Throughout the dinner, Kennard tried not to tease his wife. He helped cut the meat and fed it a few pieces just because his wife lost her appetite. Kennard knew Lisle was agitated. The girl was even seen several times almost spilling the contents of her glass just out of shock when Kennard offered her something.
"Let's go out for a walk!" kennard said after a long dinner. He led Lisle who suddenly became quiet into the backyard.
The view behind the Palm Garden is actually quite amazing. Rows of palm trees fenced the vast land border. There is an artificial lake at the end. Lisle never went there. During his stay here, he had never even set foot on the back of the house. He was too busy with his thoughts to be interested in anything else.
Kennard wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, taking her across the grassy ground that was slightly wet with dew.
Lisle only realized that there was a part on the side of the lake filled with lush trees. It seems hidden when viewed from a distance. A small cottage-like building stood there in the dark shadow of the trees.
"Come on, you gotta see this!" Kennard invites Lisle to sit on the terrace of the cottage leading to the lake.
The atmosphere is a little dark. There was no lighting around the lake except for the dimly lit porch lights. But the bright sky with full moonlight reflecting on the calm surface of the lake made the scene appear as a stunning night painting.
"The moon is so beautiful." Lisle was not looking up at the sky but was staring at the surface of the lake with a perfect sphere of light on it.
Corner of Kennard's lips lifted. He pulled Lisle's body into his embrace. "You're prettier" he whispered in his wife's ear.
Despite blushing from her husband's praise, Lisle said as well, "Of course."
"Hm, you're starting to dare tease me head-on, huh?" Kennard observed a small face staring straight at the lake.
Actually Lisle did not dare to turn her head to the side because she knew Kennard was watching her very closely. If he turned away, their faces would come into direct contact. For him, for tonight, it is very dangerous.
After being both silent for some time, Kennard invited her back.
"How about in a minute? It feels so comfortable here." Lisle's voice sounded clear.
Almost Kennard couldn't hold back his laughter. Lisle looked extremely adorable with her anxious look.
"You can come here every day. There's still tomorrow. We'd better get back now. I've been feeling tired today" Kennard said in a tone that was hard to refute.
Actually Lisle was reluctant to return home. If he could he would stay here until morning. She almost told her husband to go back home by himself. Every time he entered the room, his mind was always thinking about the things that made him flutter.
Finally the girl gave up. He accompanied Kennard's steps with his lips tightly clenched.
Upon returning to the room, Lisle did not lie down even though she wanted to. His legs felt sore after a walk. She just sat on the sofa and quietly watched her husband take off the buttons of his shirt one by one. He thought the man would change his shirt for pajamas. As Kennard took off the shirt in front of him, Lisle could see a stunning scene sculpted almost perfectly in front of him.
Unknowingly Lisle swallowed. Her husband was the most beautiful man she had ever met. Every line of his face and body was capable of melting the heart of any woman. Especially if you are not dressed like that.
Lisle herself still could not believe what had happened to her lately. It had only been a month to set foot in the Black Mountain city that he had been hit by so much trouble. But those problems led him to a meeting with the city's most influential person, Mr. Kent aka Kennard Kent. And no matter what good she did before that made Lisle get this good fortune, become the wife of Mr. Kent.
"Have you been satisfied to see it?" Suddenly Kennard who was already standing in front of Lisle rebuked him.
While watching her husband while daydreaming, Lisle did not realize that the man was walking towards her. The girl could not hide her embarrassment. Her face flushed. Moreover, it turns out that the man did not change his clothes with pajamas as originally thought but was even bare-chested.
"Who's watching you?" Despite being caught off guard, the girl still tried to dodge. "And to. why don't you wear clothes. Where's pajamas?"
"O, isn't it? I thought someone was fascinated by my good looks." Kennard chuckled while taking a sitting position next to Lisle. He immediately embraced his wife's shoulder which made Lisle wriggle to try to break away. His skin that came into direct contact with the man's skin felt hot.
"Who is fascinated? I see it every day so I'm bored." Lisle refused to look at Kennard. He still did not want to lose and continued to talk while still trying to escape.
"O yeah? But you just saw me…." Kennard looked down at the side of Lisle's face right next to his ear, then continued while whispering, "You haven't felt me yet."
"A... What do you mean?" Lisle stammered.
"You really don't understand or just pretend?" Kennard's voice changed in Lisle's hearing, feeling more charming. And it's getting dangerous.
A warning alarm went off Lisle's head, but Kennard's kiss on her neck left her ignored. Kennard's hand hugged his wife's shoulder, next to it again hugged her waist. Lisle felt her entire body skin goosebumps.
"Ken.. Release.. release…."
A powerful sigh silenced his mouth. Kennard pulls his wife's body into his lap and locks each rejection.