Ariana slammed the bedroom door shut with force. Her chest was heaving, clearly with intense emotion. She was passionate, of course. She had to admit that. As a mature woman, she was entitled to feel all of this. After all, she wasn't young anymore, and biologically, she was in her prime. But alongside all of that, what Ariana was feeling right now towards Gerald was mostly anger. When she confronted him about other women, he didn't deny it at all. And it was a safe bet that her assumption was correct. Yes, Ariana was only guessing. She didn't really know if Gerald had many women out there or not. She deduced it based on a conversation she overheard between Chris and Gerald. Ariana knew Chris very well—his social life and his love life. She understood her cousin's interactions because he often confided in her. Ariana was frequently asked for help by Chris to keep away the girls who pursued him. And Ariana knew that Chris's romantic escapades weren't just about watching movies, ho
Gerald woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He felt around the bed and even the bedside table, but couldn't find his phone. Where was the thing? Why wouldn't it stay put? He cursed to himself and finally opened his eyes. Alright, his orientation was a bit off. Gerald suddenly remembered he wasn't in his own room. He glanced around the room dominated by white and wooden brown before checking the wall clock. Six o'clock? He grimaced and then abruptly got up. Last night, after Ariana entered Amber's room, he couldn't sleep anymore. It was all because of that girl and Gerald's unmet needs. So Gerald had to take a cold shower at three in the morning and ended up falling asleep, goodness knows what time. He was late, of course. Gerald got up and put on the same pants and shirt he had taken off last night. He didn't even bother making the bed. He left the room and searched for his phone that was ringing again. The phone was on the sofa in front of the TV. Gerald must have left it th
Ariana felt happy on her own. She safely arrived at the restaurant. Impatiently pounding on the restaurant door, she saw Amber looking at her with annoyance. "What are you doing here?" the girl asked without beating around the bush. Ariana furrowed her brow, but then she entered her restaurant. "I can do whatever I want. This place is mine," she replied simply. "After your guy told me not to come back last night, now you're acting all indifferent towards me?" the girl asked, annoyed. "Did he ask you not to come back?" Ariana asked, surprised. The girl squinted. "If I go back, I'll have to listen to an unpleasant voice all night long. That's what he said." Ariana furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Uhhh... Ahhh... Uhhh... Ahhh..." Amber said, pretending to moan. Ariana widened her eyes and then slapped the girl on the head. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" she said. She chose to go upstairs where her room was. "Call Jody. Ask if he's at the market
Chris chuckled. But he then followed Ariana to the trunk and helped the girl unload her actual luggage, not much. "Have you been virgins?" sneered Chris. Ariana kicked the man's leg until the man groaned. "Damn you!" he cursed. He pulled a paper bag from the trunk roughly. When he turned around, he saw Gerald staring intently at him. "What is he doing here?" asked the man sarcastically. "Suits me. This is a public place," Chris replied before Ariana could retort. Fine, let these ownerless dogs bicker with each other. Ariana chose to ignore them and went back towards the restaurant entrance. "What about you? Why are you here?" Chris's question reached Ariana's ears before she opened the door. "Finding my wife," Gerald answered. He walked closer, and perhaps due to his long legs or maybe he was half-running, because his steps were in line with Ariana's when she opened the door. Amber stared at the three of them in turn. Her face clearly displayed her confusion. But Ariana ignored h
Gerald looked at Ariana, astonished. In the brief duration of their marriage, it was the first time he had seen Ariana laugh. Was that old cartoon character story really that amusing to her? Gerald wondered. Nonetheless, he found himself smiling at her reaction. Their breakfast was clearly over, but because Chris was still there, Gerald felt reluctant to leave. That man was a threat to Gerald. Seeing how close Ariana was to Chris, it made Gerald feel incredibly alone. "Boss?" Vivan tried to remind him. She knew her boss had seemed uneasy since earlier. Not for any particular reason, but Gerald had a lot of schedules today that he couldn't afford to miss due to his absence while searching for Ariana. "She already invited you to leave, why don't you?" Ariana said, wiping the corners of her eyes that were watering. Gerald looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Fine, you go far away. If necessary, don't come back here again. Ariana is clearly happier with me than with you," Chris said. A
It was already ten in the evening, and Gerald found himself in front of Ariana's restaurant once again. Not that he wasn't tired – he was utterly exhausted. His shirt, which had been neatly buttoned earlier, was now undone, and his tie had been removed. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his perfectly combed hair was now disheveled. If only Ariana was an easy-to-handle girl, he wouldn't have to go through all of this trouble. But he did all of this because he knew Ariana wouldn't return willingly. She would either stay at the restaurant or, worse, she might go back to her apartment. And Gerald didn't want that. He didn't know why, but he felt that being possessive of Ariana was something he needed to do. Torn between entering the restaurant or not, Gerald decided to wait in his car until he saw the last customer leaving the restaurant. After about fifteen minutes, he saw one of the employees exiting the front door, ready to put up the announcement board. "Is
Ariana quickly got out of the car and went inside, ignoring Gerald, who remained silent in the car, his eyes glaring at Vivan sharply. Vivan, who got out and opened the car door for his boss, fell silent out of confusion. Gerald gestured with his finger, signaling for Vivan to bow. And as Vivan did so, the man immediately opened his mouth and exhaled his breath in front of his assistant. "Does my breath stink?" he asked Vivan. "Answer honestly," he commanded. Vivan smiled and then shook his head. "No, Boss," the man replied. Gerald furrowed his brow. "You're speaking the truth, right?" he asked incredulously. "Honestly, Boss, one hundred percent," Vivan replied earnestly. "In that case, why did she say something so mean?" Gerald had now risen and stepped out of the car. His gaze was fixed on Ariana, who had already walked far inside her house. Vivan shrugged. "Your wife is quite a remarkable woman, Boss," he replied with suppressed amusement. Gerald narrowed his eyes, looking at
Ariana stared. She knew this couldn't be done. She couldn't just give her body to Gerald because they had no love. Moreover, later, Gerald will become Karenina's husband. But her brain and body don't work in sync. When her brain said no, her body said otherwise. And she liked his touch. Just like the first day, she became that man's wife. She enjoyed it. Her body just writhed, wanting more than just the deep kiss her husband gave her. Can he do it? Will he regret it later if he does this? Ariana didn't want to think. She just wanted to enjoy all the pleasure that the man's hands and mouth gave her. Gerald lowered his head and started kissing her neck. Ariana was tempted. Even when the man's hand touched her chest, she didn't mind and instead arched her body, asking for more. Other parts of his body felt hot and wet. Oh God, Ariana's brain warned her to stop all this. But her body wasn't willing if the man's touch just stopped. Gerald's head lowered even further. Continue kissi