My wife Slave of Lust

The Third Suspicion

"Good morning" said Vida as I opened my eyes. Clutching a banana-patterned tray in his hand, he smiled like a pet rose that had just received a water of life from his master.

"Morning, Honey!" I responded with a raucous voice but still heard a baritone. He put the tray I believed to contain the breakfast on the table, then crawled over to me which was still rolling in the blanket. "The AC is too cold, can you please raise the temperature?" I asked her because I didn't like the cold. Unlike the Vida, which is always immune to exposure to air with temperatures below twenty degrees Celsius.

Without heeding my request, he directly barged into the blanket and hugged my body tightly. "No need to change the AC temperature, honey. 'There's no me." He seemed to smile softly. I could clearly feel my wife's expression, as her face was fixed to my midrib's chest.

"You are ...!" I lowered my gaze, then pinched the friendly end of his crisp nose. He just smiled spoiled and re-nosed his face, sniffing the scent of my body that he had long missed.

Yes, this is my morning atmosphere, if Vida is at home. Unlike if we were far apart and only a bolster pillow could be an impingement of my embrace.

While we were both still wrapped in the same blanket, transferring warmth to each other's bodies, Vida's phone suddenly rang - indicating a call coming in. He pulled his body away from me, grabbed a flat object not far from him, then looked at the screen of the phone at a glance. His facial expression turned clumsy, then parted out to receive the call.

I frowned slightly in astonishment, why should he talk on the phone away from me? Is the conversation secret? Am I not entitled to know?

Just like I never received a call by staying away from him. For me, there is nothing more to hide between the two of us. Whatever is rightfully mine to me, including my work and my friends.

Why should I think like that? Is that really my heart? But ... why is it so difficult to express it directly? I really suck!

...🍂🍂🍂...

I got off the floor after cleaning myself up and tried to find Vida's whereabouts. But I found nothing from him in every room.

Maybe he was out for a while, my mind was trying to think positively. I grabbed the newspaper lying on the living room couch table and read the latest news. "A murder case for an affair?" I murmured in a tone as if I did not accept.

When my eyes were still serious at the bloody tragedy before my eyes, Vida suddenly entered from the front door, carrying a black crackle that I did not know its contents. He looked aghast when he saw me fit and sitting on the sofa.

"You are handsome, my dear." He launched his romantic phrase, which he used to say every time he was with me. I can admit, Vida is very good at stealing hearts. Only with simple but meaningful words in, he always succeeded in making me more loved and cared for.

"Where are you? Why didn't you tell me you were going out? Is there a problem?" I was on a streak, when his body was already beside me. The black crackle he had been holding, was tucked under a glass table in front of us.

"See you for a minute, right in front of that." He stroked my muscular arm, then leaned his cheek against my shoulder. Such as sweet and spoiled scenes, which are often featured in popular romantic drama series. "His breakfast was finished?" tanyanya, who tried to twist the topic of conversation.

"Here, I took a shower." Kuelus shoots his head after putting the newspaper back on the table. "So much to smell." Suddenly my pair of lips said two successful words that made her hold her head up.

"meaning?" he asked with a confused face.

"I just read the latest news about the murder of a couple." I leaned my back comfortably on the face of the sofa. "And you know what the problem is? Just because his partner cheated on me."

Hearing my words, Vida's face suddenly changed expression. Her spoiled mimic and sweet smile were replaced by a tense and stiff look. "What's wrong with you, honey?" many of me were already aware of his strange expression.

He looked wrong, then went to the kitchen with a crackle that he had tucked under the table, without answering my question.

She why?