Chapter 47. Chuckle 2

“You have no control, Mister, do you?” She asked, frowning by his hands, probing her skin but she ripped them off.

She was flushed, tensed to get caught by her in-laws but he didn’t care as if he was oblivious about the existence of the world and wallowing in her presence.

“I was a twenty-eight years old warmth deprived man, what else do you expect me to do?” He asked with the same frown.

He didn’t want to leave her, he had waited all his life for his partner, to hold her, endear her.

He was not wrong. He needed affection and attention desperately from his wife, to hold his hand, be close as much as possible.

Wrapping his hand around her neck, turning to stare into his eyes.

“And you should be more intimate since you fantasized about me.” Letting out a suppressed laugh after seeing her shy reaction and crimson face.

“Zain!” she whisper-yelled, pulling away from him.

If she did, that doesn’t mean she will accept it openly but he knows. “No, No