PLEASE, LOVE ME, WIDOW

NINETY SIX

“How is this, Love” asked Qiandra as she turned her body in front of the mirror.  While Dean looked at his wife with a happy smile that never left his handsome face.  The man stood up then

stepped closer to the woman and hugged her from behind the woman.

Dean kissed the Qiandra's shoulders gently open, “Whatever you wear will always look beautiful, Honey, because the beauty in you is so much more beautiful than all these dresses.  And you certainly know very well that to me, you are much prettier without using any dress” sis Dean in the ears of the woman.

“Love....” great-grandson Qiandra with a spoiled frowning face, “Don't start again, you know my whole body still feels sore this” he continued.

“Hey, I think I only served the challenge of my Nyonyaku last night.  But if indeed you feel tired, this handsome husband of yours willingly ready to massage your whole body

from the tip of your foot to the tip of your hair” whispered Dean again.

Qiandra gently struck the husband's arm that was coiled around his slender waist, “If I let you massage my body, I'm sure

instead of being healthy, my body will even more crumpled” he said.

“Wah, that's natural, Honey, you know that your husband will not pass the precious opportunity presented before my eyes” sahut

Dean, the man's hand began to trace the beautiful body of his wife.

“Stop, Love, I won't finish trying on these dresses if you keep teasing me” Qiandra exclaimed as she felt her husband's hand start moving mischievously.

“Alright, well, Madam, as you want, I relented this time” whispered Dean gently in his wife's ear, he knew the woman was indeed

it takes time to see the three dresses that have been prepared by

assistant Vian.

Dean released his embrace on the woman's body slowly, accompanied by a few warm kisses on Qiandra's exposed shoulder.  Qiandra just smiled as she shook her head looking at her husband's behavior.

Qiandra went inside the walk in closet to change her dress, she did not want to do it in front of her husband.  Because Qiandra knew very well that the man would not be able to hold himself when he saw his wife's body.

After replacing the dress with the last model, Qiandra stepped out of the walk in closet to re-stitch himself in front of the mirror.  Qiandra doesn't just look

match the dresses with her body, but also think about the accessories she will wear and what makeup suits the dresses.

As he exited the walk in closet, Qiandra saw Dean talking to someone past his phone.  Qiandra was silent because he thought it was Vian's assistant or Albert's doctor, because only those two people could contact Dean if he wasn't

to office.  But Qiandra slightly frowned when she saw her husband's face suddenly turned hard.

Qiandra could see that the man was holding back his anger, but could not get it out.  Qiandra slowly turned around and looked at her husband directly, and at that very moment Dean ended his conversation.

“Good, Dad, thank you for telling me” Dean said and closed the conversation.  “Shit.... The female demoness” sis Dean was full of anger made Qiandra feel even more astonished.

“Love, what's up, what's the problem” Qiandra asked with an anxious face.  Qiandra sat beside her husband and looked at the man questioningly.

Dean grabbed his wife's hand and kissed her gently, his face originally full

anger instantly softened.  “Honey, hey, this dress is so pretty, I think it's a lot better for you” she said as she looked at her loving wife.

Qiandra frowned for a moment, her eyes staring at Dean intensely, but in the end she let out a slow sigh.  Qiandra

taking Dean's hand off her shoulder, and standing up to leave Dean, the woman was quite disappointed that she knew her husband didn't want to tell her anything.

It was fortunate that Dean had caught the reaction of the woman's face, so before Qiandra

walking away, Dean pulled his hand.  Qiandra was quite surprised when she felt her hand being pulled by her husband,

he was forced to sit on the man's side again.

“What else, Love, I want to see this dress, is it true as you say it fits

for me” Qiandra said with a slightly upset intonation.

Dean grabbed the woman's face and faced her towards her, Dean stared at the pretty eyes intensely, “Don't hide, Honey, just say if you don't like, if you're angry, you're upset, you're upset, you are sad, please just tell me” he said gently.

Qiandra took a breath, “Why should I tell you everything, while you yourself always hide everything from me.  Or is it really what you want and it should be like that, Love, if it is like that well, I accept, I will follow your rules to the extent where I am able to” Qiandra said without pause.

Hearing his wife's anger, instead of anger Dean smiled looking at the woman happily.   “Love...” Excite Qiandra.

increasingly upset to see her husband smiling in response to her anger.  His hands were even stretched out and hit his shoulders

her husband is upset.

Qiandra's actions even provoke laughter Dean, the man laughed out loud.  His hand grabbed Qiandra's hand and held her gently, even among her laughter, Dean gently dipped her hand.  Qiandra's annoyed face with her rounded eyes irritatedly looked so cute in Dean's eyes, that she couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.

“Honey, this is the first time I've seen you nag, this.

glad to hear it” Dean said between his laughs.

Qiandra further rounded her eyes, how could this husband instead feel happy when she was angry and nagging.  If another husband will feel upset when his wife is angry, different from Dean who instead feels happy to see his wife like that.  So upset Qiandra to Dean who even laughed out loud, he unconsciously hit the man's body.

“Aw... aw... geez Honey, mercy” exclaimed Dean still with his laughter he grabbed the body

the woman and took him in her arms.  What Dean did made Qiandra surprised, he could not dodge anymore because indeed his position was not right as well as the dress attached to his body made Qiandra unable to move freely.

that's with strong.  So that the woman could not go anymore, but because still annoyed Qiandra still trying to escape by moving her body.

“Honey, if you keep moving, then don't blame if I lift your body and take you to the top of the bed, hmmmm” exclaimed Dean still with the remnants of his laughter.

Hearing Dean's words, Qiandra immediately kept silent, he perfectly understood what the handsome president meant.  “Good girl...” chuckles Dean when he sees the woman immediately silent.

“Love...” exclaimed Qiandra who felt bullied by her husband, she again hit the man's chest.

“Ha ha ha, geez.. geez Honey” exclaimed Dean, he hugged the woman tighter and tighter.

“Ish.... You are strange Love, if others will be angry if his wife is angry with him, you are happy, lest you have the soul of” Rudut Qiandra still with a face of annoyance.

“I do have a mental disorder if together with you, Honey, everything I show on the outside will disappear when I am with you.  In front of you, this is the real me, only you know.  And I, I am happy to see you angry and upset in front of me, because that means you have also opened yourself up and no longer hide all your race from me.

The man looked at his wife's face and gently stroked that beautiful face, “Today I am so happy, Honey, to see you spoiled, frowning, angry and even nagging me.  Because to me, that means you no longer feel the difference

between the two of us who make you always hesitate to behave in front of me.  Here I am, Honey, just like any other man, like any other husband, who often doesn't know what our wives want.  And when you're angry, you've revealed it to me, so I understand what you want.  And all that, it really makes me happy, I really feel that now you have really accepted me as I am, was I wrong, Honey” Dean said at length.

Qiandra looked at the man right in her eyeballs, Qiandra could see the sincerity of every single Dean's words that radiated in her eyes.  Qiandra almost shed tears upon hearing Dean's confession, how sincere was the man's love and how great was it

dean's wish for Qiandra to accept him.

Qiandra finally realized, that it was not Dean who should be in doubt when it came to accepting her.  It was precisely he who was so hard to accept Dean in his heart, feeling

low self-esteem, making Qiandra always try to limit himself.

However, Dean's words made Qiandra aware, that her fear was completely unreasonable.  “Love....” hiss the woman, leaning her head against the chest of the husband's field.

“I love you, Qi, very, if because of my status you are so hard to accept myself, then I will let go so that you can

receiving me.  It means nothing to me, without you by my side, in my heart and in my life.

“Quite, Love, enough, don't make me feel more guilty to you, forgive me, forgive my stupidity and hypocrisy all this time.  And thank you to all

your love is so sincere and great for me, help me to be able to have love like the love you gave me.  Teach me that I can love you as much as you love me.  Because I am very happy with all your love and I also want you to be happy with all my love for you”, said Qiandra.

Dean smiled happily, “No need to be what and how, Honey, just be yourself, love me like now

you love me, and accept me as you have accepted me.  It has been very meaningful and very happy for me, because I love you as you are, so I hope you do not change but still be yourself” said the handsome man.

“Thank you, Love” great-grandson of Qiandra, this woman is drowning herself more and more in the warm embrace of her husband.

Dean further tightened his embrace, “Hei, have you determined which dress you will wear, Madam, you must determine the main dress, second and third, respectively, as a backup for you to wear during the event later” said Dean shortly after they both fell silent in the warmth of a loving embrace.

“I won't tell you, Sir, before you explain what made you angry earlier” picked Qiandra as he came down from the lap of the husband.

“Haish, I thought you had forgotten about it, Honey” Dean said as he scratched his non-itchy head.

Qiandra looked at the man with a look of horror, “Love...” hisses with emphasis.

“Good, well, my goodness Madam” Dean said as he cupped his palms in front of his chest.

“Say now or...” Qiandra's words are directly cut by Dean.

“Or what....” said Dean with witty eyes, both thick eyebrows of the man raised making his softness more perfect in the eyes of Qiandra.

“Or no rations for the next week”, said Qiandra casually while taking a seductive sitting position.

“Cih, you really know my weak point, Madam” sis Dean when he saw the seductive attitude of his wife.  “Well you win, you know I won't be able to if I don't get rations until that long”.

Qiandra smiled happily, she immediately fixed her sitting position, because she knew the husband would not be able to focus if he saw her like that.  “Now tell me what happened, there is news what was” asked Qiandra again.

Dean breathed a moment, “Tadi Dad contacted me, and he said that the female demon had expressed his desire to host our party later, this as a form

his responsibility as a wife” said Dean, anger again drawn on his face.

“And what Daddy's answer to such a request” asked Qiandra calmly.

“Daddy has agreed, because it is in accordance with the rules of the kingdom should the devil host” said Dean without being able to

concealed frustration.

“Daddy is wise, if it should be like that why should you oppose it” said Qiandra still calmly.

“Honey, how can you stay calm?, do you know if he hosts, then he has the authority to organize the course of the party.  And he must also be present long before the party takes place so that he has a chance to do whatever he wants.  And I'm very sure

if that female demon would not have good intentions, she would definitely make a mess again” exclaimed Dean in a slightly high tone.

Qiandra smiled gently towards the man, slowly she grabbed the man's fingers and grasped them tightly.  “Love, will you hear my story, maybe it can give you a little consideration”, Qiandra said gently.

Dean frowned, this man was astonished, he did not understand why the wife suddenly wanted to tell a story at a time like this.  But the man nodded his head, because he remembered Doctor Albert's message, that he should always be ready to listen when Qiandra wanted to tell a story.  Besides, Dean was also very curious about what story his wife would tell at a time like this.