90 Ch. 90 Bring The Breakfast For Him
Richard was still trying to trace his mother-in-lawâs whereabouts when he heard a knock on his office door.
âElaine, who is outside?â
âItâs madam, master.â
Richardâs fingers stopped moving over his keyboard when he heard his wife in front of his office.
Richard changed the contents of his work and closed all files related to his mother-in-law. After that, he opened the door to see his beloved wife. His heart became flowery when Richard saw Anxiaâs face. But he wondered why his wife was carrying a bacon ham and butter sandwich tray.
âI brought you breakfast.â
Breakfast? âOh. Thank you.â Richard answered briefly, making Anxia look down, disappointed.
âI didnât poison the food if youâre worried about it.â Anxia assumed Richard was suspicious that she would poison him.
Little did she know, Richardâs mind was still curious about the little devil girl he had met dozens of years ago.
.....
There was no evidence that the Wongs came to New York and no recap of departure and return on behalf of Mister Wong on Chleoâs First-acquaintance in New York. He was sure his wife was not that little girl.
But why did his heart keep telling him that Qiao Anxia was that child?
Richard hurriedly corrected his wifeâs misunderstanding because he didnât want Anxia to view him as vengeful and easily suspicious of his own wife.
And yet, he couldnât help but tease her when he saw Anxiaâs gloomy face.
âCan you prove it?â
Anxia snorted harshly, then took a sandwich from the plate on her tray and put it in her mouth.
She chewed while looking at her husband defiantly. In the next instant, Richard surprised her by slipping a hand behind her head, then taking a bite of the sandwich in her mouth!?
Anxia was so shocked that her body froze in place. She saw Richard retreat while munching on a sandwich.
âHmm. Now I believe you.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Anxia bit her lip in frustration.
Her husband was truly a thick-skinned pervert. Couldnât he have a bite of the remaining sandwich? Or take a new one? There were two sandwiches that the palace maid prepared for him after all!
Anxia handed the tray she was carrying to Richard, but the man didnât move to accept it.
âWhat if this one has poison in it?â
âYouâve seen it yourself. I ate it.â Anxia could barely hold back her emotions facing her husbandâs absurd attitude.
âI donât believe it.â Richard shook his head stubbornly, not wanting to believe his wifeâs words. âI can only believe through your lips.â he brushed his fingertips on Anxiaâs lips with sensual movements.
So... in other words, Richard was only willing to eat through Anxiaâs mouth instead of taking a bite from the bread? Realizing her husbandâs dirty thoughts, Anxia stared dagger at him.
Richard chuckled at his wifeâs funny expression. âIâm just kidding.â he continued again before his wife exploded out of control. âCome inside.â
â...â
âAccompanying me is one way to please me. I donât like eating alone.â
Anxia sighed resignedly and followed what he wanted. She went inside and placed the tray on the long table some distance from Richardâs desk. Richard followed behind his wife and casually sat on the single-arm sofa while watching her arrange cups of deliciously flavored coffee out of the tray.
After Anxia finished placing the plate of sandwiches onto a table that was easier for Richard to reach, Anxia was about to sit on another sofa next to the one Richard was sitting on.
But Anxia had no time to move from her standing position next to the table. Richard had pulled her hand, making her petite figure fall on his lap.
Anxiaâs heart trembled violently as she felt a firm hand wrap around her belly while her own hand, which accidentally clung to Richardâs shoulder to find a place to lean on, could feel the muscular shoulder and muscles that could make her head lose focus.
âW... What are you doing!?â Anxia hissed, trying to cover up her nervousness.
âFeed me, okay?â Richard sank his head into his wifeâs niche, acting like a spoiled child.
In the end, Anxia complied because she wanted to end this feeding her husband immediately. She couldnât keep up with the roller coaster-like changes in her husbandâs mood.
Sometimes her husband acted like a predator ready to pounce on her, and sometimes he turned into an abandoned puppy. She would never get used to the changes in her husband that she could never guess.
Anxia took the sandwich she had bitten earlier, then pointed the bread towards Richardâs mouth. But he didnât want to open his mouth and looked at her with an unfathomable look.
Donât tell me...
âI donât want to do it. You have to eat it from my hands or not at all.â
Anxiaâs heart couldnât handle it if Richard had to take his food from her mouth like a few minutes before. She was willing to sit on the manâs lap and even let this perverted husband caress her thigh. She didnât dare to imagine what would happen afterward if he did more than this.
Thatâs why she didnât want to be kissed because she admits her husbandâs kisses were addicting.
âRichie, â
Richardâs hand-caressing movement stopped when he heard the affectionate nickname coming out of his wifeâs mouth.
âIâm already here with you, sitting on your lap. Isnât that enough?â
Richard felt an arrow pierce his heart. Only it was not an ordinary arrow, but a love arrow that made him fall more and more in love with his wife again and again.
He never thought his wife could act this sweet like this. Her voice, oh, her voice is like an angel singing in the sky. Her eyes twinkling at him made her eyelashes as if inviting him to kiss her lips.
âHere, open your mouth.â Anxia opened her mouth as if to show a child how to open his mouth when she fed him.
Richard chuckled, and once again, Anxia was shocked by the manâs unexpected action.
He did open his mouth as if to devour the sandwich in her hand. But his target wasnât the sandwich as Anxia expected, but her ears!!