72 Ch. 72 Good Morning
It was Anxia who woke up first the next morning. Her body tensed up as she felt something pressing against her.
Is she tied up? Did the enemy capture her? But no one got her last night, except Richard caged her in some islands.
Anxia raised her head to get a closer look at the person who had tied her up, and her breath caught when she felt her lips barely touch her husbandâs.
Anxia tried to recall everything that happened last night and just remembered that she had slept in Richardâs room.
Anxiaâs body immediately relaxed after recalling everything that happened last night.
She never thought she would cry in front of Richard and even pour out all the feelings that had depressed her for the past two days.
The man unexpectedly listened attentively and let her hit him without resisting.
Anxia slightly tilted her head to see her husbandâs face more clearly.
Two perfect black eyebrows and eyelashes curled like a womanâs but looked masculine when they were on his eyelids. His sharp and firm jaw showed this man never hesitated in making decisions.
.....
Only today, she found out that she got married to this extraordinary husband.
Her eyes still enjoyed Richardâs handsomeness until her gaze shifted and stopped on the manâs lips.
How many times had she kissed Richard?
Letâs not count that night when she drugged him four years ago. It didnât count because Richard was under the influence of aphrodisiacs, and Anxia was in a state of madness from carelessly not investigating Richardâs identity properly.
She thought back to Richard kissing her in front of their daughter and the manâs family. It was just a brief peck that didnât last even a second.
Anxia also recalled Richard feasting on her lips greedily as if the man had not eaten for several days when the man interrogated her by touching her.
After that, they got into a fight, and Anxia was busy looking for ways to get Richard to kick her out.
It looks like those two couldnât be counted, either.
In fact, what kind of kiss made Anxia feel curious? Was it possible that she wanted to know how it felt when he kissed her with feeling?
Whatâs a feeling? What kind of emotions she wanted? Could it be like the feeling when Richard gave light kisses on their little daughterâs cheek?
No. Anxia didnât want it. Richard wasnât her father, and she would never want to be treated the way Richard treated Lori.
Anxia still satisfied her eyes, looking at her husbandâs face with adoring eyes without her knowing she had opened her heart.
She didnât know since when she had opened her heart. Maybe it had been since Richard stroked the back of her head. Or since the man put shoes on like a prince who put a glass slipper on Cinderella.
One thing was for sure, the barrier she had built up over the years had crumbled when she heard that Richard had saved Ling Meng without her knowledge.
At first, Anxia didnât know, but now she realized it. All of Richardâs actions, starting from threatening and getting angry with her, were for Lori and her sake.
She also remembered the manâs marriage agreement. The manâs ban, as well as ordering her to cut ties with her former co-workers, was for her best interests.
So far, Richard had never looked down on her or taunted her for her vocation. The man didnât like her returning to being an assassin or any dangerous job.
Richard knew that Anxia was still stubborn because the walls were still unbreakable. That was why Richard used other means to keep Anxia away from master Yuâs clutches.
Actually, Richard didnât expect to destroy Anxiaâs defense wall, and he had not considered the possibility that Anxia would have a breakdown to make her cry like last night.
Richard didnât expect that Ling Meng would be as precious as a priceless treasure in Anxiaâs life.
Who would have thought that Anxiaâs rock-hard heart would soften when she found out that Richard had taken Ling Meng out of Master Yuâs clutch?
Well, at least Richardâs attempt to infiltrate his wifeâs heart was quite successful. Even now, Richard was still pretending he hadnât woken up feeling his wife looking at his face.
He was grateful for being born a handsome guy, thanks to both his parentsâ fine genes.
However, his body would be aching if he stayed in his current position, so he decided to speak.
âAre you satisfied with what you see?â
Anxia gasped in shock and immediately hid her face in front of the manâs chest, making Richard smile in amusement.
Ah, this meek Anxia sure is adorable.
âYou know, Iâm looking forward to a kiss from the princess waking up the sleeping prince charming.â
One of Anxiaâs eyebrows rose to hear this. Did she hear correctly?
âShouldnât the prince be kissing the sleeping princess?â
âOh? Why didnât you say so? I never knew that you wanted me to kiss you?â
What??
Anxia slipped her hand to block the manâs lips, getting closer to hers. Before last nightâs breakdown, Anxia would have been irritated and glared at this perverted man.
But this time, her chest was pounding wildly, and her face felt hot as the skin of her palms came into contact with his supple lips.
Richard noticed the blush on his wifeâs face, which stunned him. Wasnât this the first time he saw Anxia blush?
Anxia gulped nervously while her eyes darted in all directions without even glancing at her husband.
Seeing Anxiaâs nervousness and his wifeâs shy attitude made Richard rejoice in his heart.
Thatâs a good improvement. Noted Richard.
Richard crawled his palm down Anxiaâs arm until it reached the back of Anxiaâs hand, covering his mouth. His touch on Anxiaâs skin made the girl shiver strangely, creating a delicious electric current coursing her nerves.
Richard pulled Anxiaâs hand away from his mouth gently without force, and Anxia let the man lead her hand. Richard brought his face closer again, making Anxiaâs heart beat even more so that she was almost out of breath.
Anxia closed her eyes because she couldnât bear to watch what the man would do to her, making Richardâs smile even wider.
Richard pulled Anxiaâs head closer and kissed his wifeâs forehead.
His kisses werenât seductive or overbearing, but Anxia could feel what the man was trying to tell her, making butterflies dance in her stomach.
Anxia opened her eyes as Richard pulled away, and two pairs of eyes met, making Anxia unable to take her eyes off her husbandâs brown eyes.
âGood morning, Xia Xia.â
Anxia choked at the softest, sweetest, and most pleasant tone in her ear to the manâs voice when she called her name.
Unbeknownst to her, her hands gripped her husbandâs cloth, and she returned the manâs greeting while lowering her head.
âMorning.â her voice was whisper-like, and she cursed herself because of that.
Why is she now acting like a teenage girl in love?