Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
Learning to Receive

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There was a knocking on the door. Marchel still hugged Sheila who just realized from her stupor. The man took off his tightly coiled hand on the wife's body, then walked to the door and opened it. A waiter stood in the doorway carrying a tray containing a dinner menu for Sheila.

Marchel grabbed the tray and re-locked the door afterwards, placed the tray on the nightstand, and sat on the lip of the bed.

"You haven't eaten yet" said Marchel, staring at Sheila.

The brunette girl simply replied with a nod of her head. Since coming home from school, I haven't had lunch, I've been telling her this and that, leaving Sheila exhausted. However, Sheila the geeky girl did not have the courage to tell her husband the actions of her wicked mother-in-law.

Marchel picked up a plate of white rice, and then picked up some more that his wife might have liked. "I'm a bribe, yes." he said with a very sincere smile.

That night, for the first time, Marchel paid close attention to Sheila. She fed Sheila until the food on the plate was almost gone. Sheila, a girl he married some time ago, but only like a wedding on paper. Marchel was kind to Sheila, but not attentive. The girl felt like a burden in her husband's life.

"I'm full, brother," he said after a mouthful landed in his mouth. Marchel brought him some water shortly after.

"Drink!"

"Thank you, Brother."

After Sheila finished eating, Marchel looked back at the glasses girl's innocent face. He clasped his wife's hand, and that alone could make Sheila misbehave.

"Sheila's... Starting tonight, you'll sleep in this room with me. So tomorrow ask your aunt or anyone in the house to help you move your clothes into this room" Marchel said. Sheila still did not believe in her own hearing. The girl looked down embarrassed, with a red face. Marchel smiled amusedly when she realized the sudden look on Sheila's face was colored like boiled shrimp.

Without warning, Marchel gently pushed Sheila's body to lie down, and pulled the blanket so that the cold air from the air conditioner of the room did not shackle the wife's body. The man took off Sheila's thick glasses and placed them on the nightstand.

"I'll change clothes first. If you're sleepy, go to sleep" Marchel said, stroking the girl's hair.

Afterwards, Marchel went into the bathroom. Then a few minutes later, get out of there with a towel around the waist. Sheila who had not been able to close her eyes, was so nervous as she looked at Marchel who was changing clothes. A doctor with near perfect good looks. Don't forget her sexy athletic body.

After changing into pajamas, Marchel moved to bed. Sheila hurriedly closed her eyes as Marchel approached. However, the doctor knew very well, his little wife had not slept.

Marchel climbed onto the bed and leaned back, looked at Sheila's sleeping back in a backward position, then shifted her position closer. Marchel's hands curled over her flat stomach and hugged her from behind, causing Sheila to widen her eyes. The girl continued the drama of pretending to be asleep. However, Marchel could feel Sheila's trembling body being hugged.

"You're asleep?" whispered slowly.

"I-iya.." Sheila replied stammeringly making Marchel want to laugh. How can a sleeping person respond when asked. Marchel turned Sheila's body to face her. He looked at the plain face of the wife who looked sweeter without her thick glasses.

His hand had already stroked Sheila's cute face, and a moment later, an affectionate kiss landed on his forehead. The girl finally gave up and opened her eyes. While the doctor can still feel the body of his little wife trembling.

"Sister Marchel..."

"Ssttt...! Don't say anything! You said you wanted to go back to your room, right?"

Finally, Sheila did not say what was on her mind. Marchel then pulled Sheila into his arms. The smell of the wife's hair that felt so fragrant to her. His burly hand again rubbed the top of the wife's head, down to the back.

"I'm sorry, Sheila. I'm the one who was guilty so they did all this to you. Had I treated you like my real wife from the beginning, you might not have been treated badly by your mother and others. Will you forgive me?"

There was nothing Sheila could do but cry. The defense of the weak girl who had been pretending to be tough, collapsed that night. For the first time Sheila acted like a spoiled girl who all this time only showed her late brother, Shanum. Marchel tightened her embrace when she heard the wife's soft sobbing.

After she felt that Sheila had been satisfied to spill her grief, Marchel cupped the innocent face with both palms, she wiped away the tears that soaked her face with her thumb.

"Now don't cry anymore. I will not leave you alone in this house. If you go home from school, I'll have the driver take you to the hospital where I work. So we're going home together. You want to, right?" marchel asked followed by a nod by Sheila.

"But, am I not going to bother Mr Marchel?" A small ruckus came out from Marchel's lips. Sheila was not as beautiful and elegant as Shanum, but the little girl was so adorable long ago in Marchel's eyes. Since Sheila became his patient.

"Why do you say that? You never bothered me. Back then, when you were my patient, wasn't I always taking you home when your brother was busy?"

"That's it..." Sheila was about to start talking again, but Marchel placed her index finger in front of Sheila's tiny lips, so the girl fell silent for a moment.

"Let's start everything from the beginning. I know you're very young. You're still in the process of recovering from your illness. That's why I won't force. But, you want to, give me a chance to be a good husband for you? And we both learn to accept each other." Marchel stared deeply into Sheila's eyes and returned making the girl really nervous.

"But Brother Marchel deserves a comparable wife. Who am I? I'm just a poor orphan. I don't have anything inside of me that I can be proud of. I'll just be a burden to you."

"I told you, it's not you who should be worthy of me. I have much to learn to be worthy of you. I promise you, you will be my only wife and forever. As time goes on, we can definitely accept each other."

Sheila was just speechless, feeling the freshness of the mint that was blowing from her husband's mouth which was now only a few cent away from her face. Marchel cupped the wife's face, then without warning landed her lips on Sheila's lips. Something that the girl had never imagined before. His first unexpected kiss. Unbeknownst to Sheila, the kiss becomes Marchel's first.

Two years of dating Shanum did not make Marchel forget her limits. The man never wanted to touch something that was not his right, even if it was his own lover. Marchel was looking after Shanum like a jewel that should not be touched before her hand.

But now, Sheila had become his wife, someone who was lawful to him.

Marchel permeated the soft and warm lips of Sheila. And when Sheila wanted to escape the sudden kiss, Marchel held her nape so that the girl's position was locked by Marchel. The man gave a soft bite there, making Sheila only able to reverberate the pajamas that Marchel was wearing.

The sudden kiss turned into a sweet kiss, as Marchel was so intoxicated with something she had never felt. Lum*tan-lum*tan small soft given by Marchel, but so demanding a reply. Of course, the innocent Sheila had yet to understand how to kiss. And, after a while later, the two lips slipped from his grasp. Eyes and eyes meet each other.

Sheila's paled face had turned red like a tomato. It was never realized before by Marchel that his little wife was so adorable and so sweet with all her innocence as a 17-year-old teenage girl. Now, Sheila had already shifted her position to slightly move away from Marchel. However, the man reflexively wrapped his hands around Sheila's waist.

"You don't fear, I won't do it until we're both ready" Marchel said with a smile on her sexy lips, "Come here! I'll just hug you." Marchel spread her arms asking Sheila to come closer to him. Sheila finally obeyed her husband. He approached, so they could embrace.

Marchel stroked Sheila's hair to sleep. And, unnoticed by the innocent girl, the husband was shedding a speck of tears.

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