Chapter 5

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I knew I'd messed up the moment I hit her with this fvcking water from the hose. I supposedly watered that soil, but she quickly let go of the hose and turned around, so I also hurried to catch it. Then I inadvertently pointed the hose at her, so it's not my fault that she got wet. But now my wife is glaring at me. What should I do? "What the hell!" I bit my lip when I heard her curse. Damn! I swear! I'm going to punish her lips for swearing. "What did you do?" She's enraged. She's furious. I was about to open my mouth when I realized that she thought I couldn't speak. I didn't have my voice changer device with me at the time, so I had no choice but to remain silent the entire freaking time. I wouldn't think that she'd think my tongue was amputated. "Say sorry to me!" she demanded. I wanted to wife, but I can't. "Wait!" she exclaimed as she walked away. I had no idea where she was going, so I waited for her to return. She has paper and a pen with her when she came back. Her eyes glowed with anger as she looked at me before she handed me the pen and paper. "Please apologize to me," she said. When I didn't take the paper and ballpoint pen she's holding, she grabbed my hand. She casually threw away the hose and folded her arms in front of me. "Write the word sorry for what you did to me," she said as I looked into her deadly eyes. Don't look at me like that, baby. You have no idea how badly I wanted you for so long. You have no idea how badly I want your lips. I've been longing to taste and kiss it. I want everything about you. "What are you waiting for? Write. I'm waiting," she said. I shook my head and did what she asked. I immediately gave the piece of paper to her and saw that she looked at it, then looked up at me. I long for those eyes to look at me the way I look at you. "You're annoying, but forgiven," she said, marching to the side. I left, dumbfounded and staring at her as she walked away from me. I just shook my head and smiled. What an amazing sight. I quickly finished watering the lawn and turned off the water. When my wife noticed that I was approaching her, she turned around and went inside the house. I followed her in silence. I sat down as soon as she pointed to the chair. I noticed that the upper portion of her clothes were wet, so I'm planning to go to her room to get some clothes to change. She grabbed my hand even before I got far, so I looked at her again. "Stay, don't leave me here," she begged, her eyes filled with fear. Why is she scared? "Please stay," she said once more. She's pleading. That's all. I'm staying, baby. Just don't beg like that. I hate it. I let her take me back to the chair. The sadness disappeared from her eyes, and she was smiling again. "I'll cook our dinner; are you going home or staying in?" she asked as she prepared the dishes. This is so messed up. I still need to jot down everything I'm going to say to her. I wrote on the paper, "I'm going home," "All right, when will Mr. Shein be home?" She keeps calling me Mr. Shein. Why so? She should address me as "hubby" or "baby." "Later," I write again. She exhaled a sigh. "Can't he come with us to eat? Should I call Richmoon again to send Mr. Shein food?" Speaking of, I'll kill that bastard when we meet. How dare he touch my woman right in front of me? I'm going to kill him. "Why call him? He's busy!" I wrinkled my brow as I scribbled on the paper. She gasped when she saw that. "Maybe so. I'll leave some food later so that he can eat when he gets home." She said as she turned back to heating the water. I'm still looking at her wet clothes. I sighed and took off my shirt. I touched her, and she jumped in shock when she felt my hand on her skin. I handed her the clothes right away. I looked away after pointing to her wet blouse. I went a step further. When I glanced at her, my eyes widened as I noticed her removing her clothes. What the heck? What is she up to? I turned back immediately. Why does she undress in front of a man? Well, it's fine since I'm her husband, but what if she's with someone else? And besides, I am a different person to him now. Is she out of her mind? I took another look at her. I took large steps towards her and grabbed her hand, seeing that she's done. She looked at me in surprise. "Why?" Why? She asked me why? How can she take off her clothes in front of a man? But for God's sake, I am her husband. Damn! It's crazy. "You have something to say? You forgot to bring the paper and pen," she said, pointing to the table. I reluctantly let go of her hand. Really? Baby? Are you sure you're serious? Can you please stop talking and let me kiss you? This is completely insane. I should stop doing it. I didn't expect this. This is so much harder than closing a deal with someone. I let her go. I gradually moved away from her. I need to breathe. I need to smoke. I was about to leave when she spoke up. "Don't leave me, Harold. I don't want to be alone. Now, how? How can I smoke a cigarette if it's just her voice pleading not to leave her almost made me faint? No one, not even the law, is above me. I usually boss people around me, but this time is different. I let my wife control me, which is fine as long as I have her for the rest of my life.
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