I Will Marry You (I'll Marry You)
Assault

Throwing his body over the sofa in his study, Markus closed his eyes for a moment. Although he had closed his eyes, the expression of heartache on Amy's face was still clearly imagined by him.

Maybe he shouldn't have been so outrageous to his wife. However, hearing the name of his ex-fiancee and his mother come out of his wife's mouth has left him with dark eyes so he can't control his emotions.

For a long time no one dared to offend his former fiance Amanda Piers directly in front of him. Because if anyone dares to bring up Amanda in front of him, then that person must be ready to face the rage of his anger.

Although seven years had passed the memory of the painful memories Amanda had left for her was still so vivid in her memory. Not enough to make his heart broken during his life, even after his death Amanda still shadowing his life.

Not to mention that it took him a year to rise from his slump due to the shocking tragedy that his former fiancee had caused.

Even he also knew that despite seven years passed the terrible rumors about him who had killed his former fiancee were still not completely gone. Although not as horrendous as when the rumor was sticking out, there are still some people who talk about the tragedy secretly behind it.

The return reminds Mark of the beginning of why he became interested in Amy, his wife now. At that time Amy was gathering with her coworkers at a cafe where Markus was meeting with his client.

While others were gossiping about their new boss's past, only Amy seemed to care less about the gossip.

"We shouldn't believe a rumor. To me those rumors are just baseless word of mouth made to sweeten a story. In conclusion the gossip is no different from a fairy tale."

That's exactly what Amy told her gossiping co-workers before she stepped down to leave them. His calm demeanor and bodo time when others say it smart ass is fascinating.

But not only that makes Mark pay attention to Amy, his hardworking nature and his great affection for his family that has made him fall in love with his wife.

In her shadow it would be nice if she could be a part of that loving family. But unfortunately it is Amy's great affection for her family that has caused destruction in their household. How ironic.

Actually this is not the fault of his family or his wife's affection. If only in Amy's life there was no Samuel, maybe their marriage wouldn't have gone this bad.

Whenever he wanted to try to forget the ruse Amy had done to him, for some reason the shadow of the man his wife loved always popped into his head. That's what makes it so hard to get closer to his wife 

When she wanted to believe that Amy had really started to open her heart to her, the face always made fun of her inside her head. The shadow of his wife's past seemed to tell him that he was expecting too much.

It was impossible for him who had only known his wife for a few years it could rival someone who had filled his wife's days all his life.

Damn you, Samuel! Until when do you shadow our married life.

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A week had passed since their great quarrel in the room. Markus did not apologize to him at the time. Her annoying husband was always consistent with his stubbornness.

There was no remorse or mere pleasantries towards him. Their days passed by glancing at each other briefly when they accidentally met each other face to face. What more awkward behavior than when strangers greet each other.

But luckily Mark was no longer so rude to him. Maybe her husband actually regretted what he did, only she was too proud to apologize.

Despite their relationship being this cold, Amy still hopes Markus doesn't spend his nights in other rooms. Although she was a little afraid that Mark would be aggressive again when he asked her husband to sleep one bed like last time, she still wanted to have a child from her husband.

It was the only way he felt he could return the old Mark to him. But how can she make that happen if her husband just doesn't want a room with her.

What she had to use was the exact manner Helen suggested to her a few days ago as she expressed her intention to soon have children in their marriage.

Recollecting the conversation, Amy looked down at her plate, not wanting Markus sitting opposite her to wonder what caused her face to suddenly crimson.

Stirring up the food on her plate, Amy thought hard about planning a strategy in her head.

Should I attack him tonight? But what if Mark gets drunk again tonight like the days before? It would be useless for us to do so if he was half conscious.

That's the problem. He did not know how to keep Mark out of his liquor. It was supposed to be before her husband came home that he had the servants throw away all the liquor collections from this house. It's stupid that he didn't think about it.

If this is forced tomorrow she launched this impromptu attack on her husband.

"Do you hate the food so much? If you don't like it, I'll have the waiter bring you another meal" Markus yanked Amy from her daydream.

Finally, her husband spoke to her. Although it was done because of actions that were not realized while daydreaming earlier resulted in the food on his plate was seen scattered with a fork stuck stabbing a piece of meat there.

Releasing her tight grip on the fork, Amy shifted back the chair she was sitting on.

"There's nothing wrong with the food. I. I'm just not having a taste for food. Excuse me."

In a hurry he rushed away leaving the dining room, afraid Markus realized what was on his mind right now. After all he needed time alone to think through this plan of his attack carefully without anyone interfering.

Time was past midnight, but he was still fidgeting on his bed, trying to find the drowsiness that never came. This was all because her head was filled with erotic shadows that overshadowed her head while thinking of a surprise night for her husband tomorrow.

Perhaps tonight she launched her attack on her husband. If she was drunk, she only needed to resuscitate her husband by spouting water on his face. Only then will she attack her husband suddenly.

That shadow alone had almost made him laugh out loud in his room.

Is that right, Amy, dousing Mark's face with water? Instead of getting excited he would throw you out of his room right then and there, he thought wryly.

Even so, there is no harm in trying, before his courage is lost. Tomorrow does not guarantee he still has this courage.

Snatching her thin nightgown from inside her wardrobe she put it on as quickly as possible then enveloping her thin dress in a sleeping robe. Polishing briefly her appearance briefly in front of the mirror, she now prepared for the battlefield, the room her husband occupied.

This week her husband had been sleeping in the room where she had placed him the first time she came to his house. With quick steps he walked down the dark passageway towards that room.

Turning towards her husband's room, her steps stopped immediately when she saw the silhouette of a woman standing at the door of her husband's room. Squinting his eyes he was surprised to find out who was standing there.

With the appearance of ruffled hair and clothes that looked very tangled, a satisfied smile curved across the full lips of the woman. She was Delilah, the flirtatious servant who had been fiercely eyeing her husband.

Anyone could tell what had caused that satisfied smile to linger on his lips. She had just spent a passionate night with her husband inside there.

Could this not be the first time she had slept with her husband? It could have been for a week that her husband had slept with the flirtatious waitress without her knowledge.

Unable to the sound of sobs about to slide out of his mouth. He quickly smothered his mouth with both hands, then ran back to his room before the woman knew of his whereabouts.