Married Old Virgin Boss
72. Not Body Pellets

Ben's words are painful for women who have high hopes for a marriage. However, Dea tries to adapt to her husband's new attitude.

Just like how Dea adjusts to Ben's annoying nature at the beginning of the marriage to be comfortable with the bully's character, Dea sure can like this side of her husband.

In her room, Dea ignores her half-closed laptop just to connect a few point points about her husband's oddity.

Since the first marriage, Dea was supposed to be suspicious.

The woman even had to squint her eyes in order to extract all the memories in the past.

About the reason Ben accepted the marriage not for money, but the duration of the marriage that only lasted for a year.

About the true nature of her husband while still working, Dea remembers very well that Ben now resembles Ben the former employee—not Ben who was a bully when he was first married.

This further increased the suspicion.

What was? Dea wondered in her heart. What is Ben really hiding? Dea really did not understand the way her husband thought.

While many men pursue Dea simply because he comes from a wealthy family, Ben is willing to separate only for the duration of their marriage of one year. In fact, the man does not look matre if remembered about how to spend the first salary just to make a romantic dinner.

Suddenly, Dea was stunned by one thing. The woman's eyes sparkled perfectly, and she immediately closed the laptop tightly before picking up the phone to plan something.

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Returning home from the restaurant, Dea picked up her shoulder bag and walked out of the study. The woman threw the car keys in the right palm casually, until she finally found her husband.

Dea squinted her eyes with the corners of her lips raised. Dea will follow the direction of her husband's play. Justjust look. Dea was so optimistic about his plan.

“Ben!” call Dea, and throw the key at her husband. The man swiftly caught the car key, and it was used by the wife to approach her husband to align the steps.

Dea said nothing at all. She wanted to avenge all the coldness her husband had given her all day, so Dea also showed a similar expression.

Both left the restaurant perfectly. The journey they went through, felt very cold and quiet, as a result of no one was about to start a conversation. Dea also did not want to lose to her husband. He even folded his hands in front of his chest while his gaze shifted to the bustling streets. For the sake of strengthening the cold and indifferent aura within him.

Until then, when they had just passed a minimarket, Dea called out coldly.

“Stop his car is here!” pinta Dea firmly. Directly followed by Ben without asking. “I again crave mango fruit. Buyin inside, there!” Dea silently smiled inwardly as she was very satisfied with the authoritarian attitude she was giving now.

Ben wouldn't look him one eye if he behaved like this. Dea was completely fed up of feeling mocked after being made to beg all morning.

Dea had just wanted to give Ben money, but her husband had already left the car without speaking. Make Dea directly squeeze the money until it is in the shape of a ball, then put in the bag again. The woman hummed her own back on the back of the chair in anger.

Not long after, Ben has returned with a white canteen branded minimarket. He initially thrusts at Dea, but is not accepted at all by his wife. So Ben put the canteen arbitrarily on the lap of his wife.

Dea let out a rough sigh, then opened the contents of the canteen. He took a fruit, to be offered to the husband.

“Bukain!” pinta Dea poking the fruit at Ben.

Ben did not immediately reply, but took a pause of a few seconds. “Later, at home.”

Finally the man spoke as well. Dea felt so happy, that she had to fold her lips in order to disguise a smile.

“You now!” Dea gave a firm ultimatum while her husband looked indifferent. “Gigit!” The woman added another sharper command.

“Bu Dea ...” Ben now voiced in a low tone full of emphasis, as if his patience was so thin and Dea instead tried to play around.

“Yes, Ben?” reply Dea relax. Typical of his old self when still purely as Ben's boss. “There was a problem on my orders just now?”

“You eat food from my mouth?” ask Ben, underestimating.

Dea shrugged both shoulders indifferently. “Why not? If I can eat your lips directly, what's the problem with food?”

Ben rubbed his face roughly using one hand. He is completely out of patience.

Instead of feeling guilty, Dea was even more eager to disturb her husband. “Gigit!”

After all, this man had not cared at all about Dea's restlessness and anxiety all day, and had remained focused on acting strangely cold. So, don't blame Dea if he also replies to something similar.

The fruit was taken over by Ben. He bit her at the woman's request to be cut into small pieces. Then gave the piece to Dea with a shuddering expression.

“Pelanin car. I again do not like the spit,” pinta Dea, again.

Directly followed by Ben, but Dea was not satisfied.

“Reduce again the speed.”

Accrued. But not enough.

“Again.”

Ben sighed harshly, then obeyed his wife. “Now, we can walk more flat than car speed.”

“Bodo highly,” reply Dea indifferent. “Again.”

“You're as slow as any, De?” ben protest.

“Fruit, again.” Dea clarified his orders.

Ben once again exhaled a short, rough-sounding breath. He fulfilled that request. Bite the mango, and want to take it out in the hand. However, a hand gripped his chin firmly, and suddenly forced Ben to turn his head. The last thing Ben could see was Dea tilting her head before kissing her on the pretext of taking the fruit that Ben was still biting.

The woman distanced herself, with a faint grinning smile on her lips. Very satisfied with the tension her husband showed for a few seconds. Ben only realized his wife's actions after raking twice, then focused on the streets.

In protest of the surprise, Ben returns the fruit to Dea's lap.

“Now not my working hours, so you are not the boss here.”

Doesn't matter. Dea continued to bite the mango fruit and throw the skin in a bag of plastic.

Dea's desire to teach her husband a sweet lesson has worked.

...*

...

Silent. Slender. It's like this house is uninhabited.

Ben raised a suspicious look at Dea who looked relaxed carrying a plastic bag. However, his wife put on an innocent face as if she did not understand anything.

The man continued on his way to the room. Thinking that everyone might be in a different room, so there is nothing around them.

Ben turned the doorknob, and found a dark room. He looked for a switch on the wall to press, and.

Ben was instantly silent on the spot realizing that his room with Dea was no longer dominated by white and beige, but a mixture of red cloth. The long sofa for relaxation was gone, replaced by a round table flanked by a pair of wooden chairs.

The bed was covered in red sheets with a sprinkling of flowers on it. The windows are covered in white curtains.

Ben turned to Dea, who immediately advanced with a sparkling face.

“B-Ben ...” Dea called out with a stern voice of amazement. “You ... ready this?” ask Dea again.

“Not,” replied Ben straightforwardly. He ruffled his waist, with a lazy look. Indicates that he won't get into his wife's game.

However, Dea did not care about the answer at all. He immediately pulled Ben to the round table, and kicked the door shut.

“Dea .... De!” Ben gave a light thunderbolt to be let go by his wife, but Dea did not care at all.

Next to the chair, Dea pulled the chair to use Ben sitting forcibly. While he immediately rushed to the opposite seat again, and sat comfortably there.

A glass filled with drinks was lifted by Dea. “Features for the return of your old attitude that I like ...” Dea smiled broadly. He wanted to make a toast, but Ben was completely reluctant to take the glass.

In fact, the man threw a glance at the floor.

Dea won't give up. He takes Ben's hand, forces him to accept a drink glass, then is forced to toast him.

After the sound of knocking on both glasses was heard, Dea immediately drank the contents of his glass a few sips. She continued to watch her husband silently, with the corners of her lips drawn into a thin smile.

But then, Ben worried about something after having a chance to inhale the aroma of the drink in his glass. He panicked, and took Dea's glass to smell.

Luckily, Dea's is not a wine like hers.

“I don't like breaking promises, btw.” Dea satirized the husband, and took the glass again.

Ben snorted dismissively, then placed his own glass on the table without intending to take a sip. He chose to look back at Dea who smiled faintly at him, as if to underestimate Ben's current attitude and actions.

“Thanks, have returned to Ben lama— employees that I know first. You know for yourself, how I don't like your nature after this wedding,” Dea said as she tapped her fingers on the table, intimidating. She smiled more and more satisfied after finding a glaring look from her husband. “You should not change your attitude to the person I hate: bullies, noisy, and likes to win by yourself. If you defend this attitude of yours during our wedding—I make sure the wedding you want, will happen between us.”

Ben squinted at one thing from his wife. “Wedding ... do I want?”

A little anxiety bothers Ben. He was worried that his secret was revealed.

Dea stood up, having absolutely no intention of answering the question correctly. In fact, she smiled meaningfully at her husband.

“You know the answer,” reply Dea, blinking one eye before leaving the dinner table they used for dinner.

The woman stepped into the bathroom. While removing his shoulder bag, placed on the nightstand. Then the black blazer lining the dress********* that laced the spaghetti shoulder, and showed off the perfectly exposed back.

After entering, Dea did not immediately close the door. He let half his face stay peeking in the doorway, watching Ben who was still looking straight at him while sipping drinks regularly until it ran out.

After that, Ben immediately placed the glass roughly on the table. He straightened his body perfectly, then took off his denim jacket to be placed on the back of the chair. He walked with calculated steps, towards Dea who had deliberately invited him to come.

Although not yet know the original purpose of Ben, but Dea is sure that the tension of her husband will cause a little negligence that can be utilized Dea.

Whether the purpose of the marriage that Ben once said was true or not, Dea just wanted to try to take advantage of it. That her husband only wanted Dea's body, then he would give it.

Instead, Dea would also seek her own benefit from it.

Ben entered the bathroom. Allowing himself to be pushed by Dea to the door until it closed. He took his hand to the waist of the wife to be held strong and tight. The man leaned over to take a kiss from his wife.

...*...

Dea painstakingly refrains from displaying a satisfied smile at seeing her husband return to Ben-early marriage fashion. It was laughable, when the man had already stripped off his cold dea overnight, and went back to sticking to Dea.

Rather than believing in her own body pellets, Dea was more convinced that the reason for her husband's change was due to the overnight chatter. This further strengthens Dea that her husband has another purpose, so that in this marriage, they should not have excessive feelings.

Not entirely based on biological needs—because if she did, Ben would never be cold to her because Dea had the opportunity to react the same way, and still survive in order not to serve her husband.

In this case too, Dea is increasingly convinced, that Ben's hidden goal of his planless attitude all along is just so that Dea does not fall in love with him.

The woman smiled obliquely knowing that. He slightly lowered his head to find Ben's head in his chest, hugging very tightly. The fingers of Dea were raised to perch in the husband's hair, then gave some gentle strokes there.

Successfully triggered a disturbance that made Ben look up immediately. The man squirmed lightly, and distanced himself from his wife.

“Sorry, accidentally,” said Ben. He pulled a blanket to cover his waist up to his wife's chest.

“No problem,” reply Dea while pulling the corner of her lips.

After being left at a distance by Ben, Dea changed the sideways position, in order to bring his views to the husband. He still maintains a thin smile on his lips, successfully making Ben look surprised at him.

“Why?” ask Ben, curious.

Dea shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently. He shifted position to scrape the distance between them, then brought his hand to Ben's face.

“With your cold attitude yesterday ...” Dea changed her touch with just her index finger, down Ben's jaw, down to her neck, and paused for a moment on the man's collarbone. “You belong to the criteria of men I like.”

Dea felt her husband gulp roughly, either out of nervousness, or shocked to hear that.

Dea lowered her fingers to the middle of Ben's chest, all the way to the man's navel.

“But Ben's disturbing nature is .. too sweet to resist,” Dea continued. “I've been comfortable with all of your nature, whatever it is. It's ...”

Dea further erodes the distance, and brings their breastplates together under the same blanket.

“.... I'm really in love with you, Ben.”

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