My Vegetable Husband Makes Me Invincible

5 Why did you stop?

Returning to her dilapidated home, Emily looked at the empty rooms where everything valuable had been lost due to Mary's gambling debts, and it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Emily, you're back. I heard you married a vegetable man, is it true?"

"Yes, Lev brought the IOU of one million that you signed to me. Did I have a choice?"

If it weren't for her mother's huge gambling debt, how could she have agreed to Lev's request and married Edward in place of Lilith?

"This time, it's mom dragging you down, but I swear, I won't gamble anymore."

Hearing those words, Emily felt a slight relief. At least her gambling-addicted mother had shown some self-awareness.

However, Mary's next words shattered Emily's expectations.

"But, although the young master of the Miller family is a vegetable, he's still the young master of a prestigious aristocratic family. After you marry into it, you'll have wealth, luxury, and endless enjoyment. It's a good thing."

"That's enough!"

Interrupting Mary before she could continue, Emily spoke sternly, her heart aching uncontrollably.

A good thing?! Is it a good thing to be looked down upon by the entire Miller family, endure Elizabeth's reproach, and listen to Edward's insults as a woman who would do anything for money?

Is she an object? A commodity that can be traded at will?

Mary only saw the superficial wealth and luxury of the Miller family, without considering how a daughter from a humble background could possibly survive in such a harsh family!

Emily tried to breathe, clenching her teeth tightly, closing her eyes, and taking several deep breaths, attempting to calm the anger surging within her. She didn't want to show any hint of vulnerability in front of anyone, not even her mother!

"Mother, for your sake, I completely sold myself out this time. If you gamble again, I won't help you repay your debts."

Leaving these words behind, Emily walked away from the rundown house she had lived in for over twenty years. If it weren't for this sense of family, how could she have repeatedly softened and compromised? But now, she was truly tired.

The sky drizzled with fine rain, and the cold drops fell on Emily's slender body, making her unable to hold back a smile. But after a few chuckles, hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

Pedestrians on the street hurriedly rushed towards their homes as the rain began to intensify. However, Emily stood in the rain, lost and unsure of where to go. It seemed like she no longer had a home.

When she returned to the Miller mansion, the sky was already dark.

"Where have you been?"

As soon as she entered the bedroom, Edward's displeased reproach reached her ears.

Emily had almost forgotten that she had a "vegetative patient" husband to take care of.

"Hanging out with friends, something came up?," Emily's voice was low and hoarse.

Edward's sharp gaze scanned Emily, noticing her damp hair, rain-soaked coat, and the unfathomable confusion in her eyes. She appeared desolate, like an injured pup.

"Aren't you going to wipe me? It's your daily duty, have you forgotten?" Edward's voice was commanding.

Emily pursed her lips, softly replied, and walked into the bathroom, turning on the faucet. After a while, she came out holding a basin and a towel.

Feeling Edward's gaze fixed on her the entire time, Emily seemed to remember something and looked up at him. "You're already awake, aren't you? You can do these things on your own."

"You still dare to talk back?"

Edward reached out and forcefully gripped Emily's chin, a hint of coercion in his actions. Emily looked at her reflection in his eyes, devoid of self-esteem, and spoke in a subdued voice.

Her precious dignity had been completely shattered since the day she agreed to marry into the Miller family.

In Edward's heart, she was no different from the maids in the estate. She was merely an ordinary laborer, never acknowledged as a member of the Miller family or Edward's wife.

But it didn't matter anymore.

Once Edward's so-called timing arrived, they would go their separate ways, and there was no point in dwelling on these matters.

Emily broke free from Edward's grasp, coldly saying, "Lie down."

Edward felt the fluctuation in Emily's emotions, but remained unmoved, still staring at her with icy indifference.

Emily refused to show weakness and forcefully pushed him down onto the bed, under Edward's watchful gaze. Quickly, she undid the buttons of his nightshirt, once again beholding the well-defined abs that had made her drool. Images of their entangled bodies from last night involuntarily played in her mind.

"Just wipe, that's all. Don't think about things you shouldn't." Edward's voice, freezing cold, rang out once again.

Emily's face turned red instantly. She quickly shook off the imaginary scenes of Edward in her mind and focused on carefully wiping his upper body. However, as her gaze moved downward and saw his attractive V-line extending into his pajama pants, Emily hesitated again.

Even though Edward's lower body was covered by the thin fabric, she could still vaguely see his tense muscle and hugeness. She felt her face burning hot as now, she had to remove his pants and wipe his lower body for him. She swallowed. 

"Why did you stop?" Edward frowned with displeasure when he noticed Emily had paused.