
Irene arrived at the Mansion, she saw Zean's car parked in the yard. He glanced at the watch which now shows at eight p.m.
“Ah, fuck. Zean arrived first,” complained Irene. He was worried that Zean would ask him strange questions.
Irene shook her head trying to shake off her negative thoughts, she began to step inside.
“Where have you been all day, Irene?” zean asked as Irene was in the room.
Zean sat on the lip of the bed still in his white shirt with the top two buttons opened and his hair disheveled, he looked tired.
Irene approached Zean and sat on her husband's lap.
“Should I answer you?” Irene asked as she put her hand around Zean's neck.
Zean raised next to his eyebrows looking at this level of his wife. “Are you trying to tease me?”
Irene chuckled because it seemed that Zean was very sensitive and realized the behavior of Irene who was teasing him to survive the interrogation of her husband.
“Hey, baby! Without me even reporting, you know where I've been all day, right?” Irene asked, believing the driver must have reported where they were going today.
Zean smiled then moved his hand to tuck the child's hair behind Irene's ear.
“This day you spend with Cassandra. You go to Cassandra's apartment and then you go to the other apartment. Who did you visit there?” ask Zean suspiciously.
“Cassandra introduced me to a friend who has only moved to Prague for a few days. Cassandra was worried that I would be lonely here if she was already busy taking care of her business, so she introduced me to her friend so that someone would accompany me if Cassandra was busy,” Irene replied lying.
Zean squinted his eyes. “Really?”
“True, my beloved husband,” replied Irene steadily.
Zean only nodded in response.
“Already, I want to take a shower,” said Irene was about to get out of Zean's lap, but Zean pulled her right away.
Irene again fell into Zean's lap, now Zean wrapped his hands around Irene's waist.
“Zean,” said Irene when she realized she was locked in her husband's lap.
“Hm” muttered Zean.
“Let go, I want to take a shower,” Irene's ink.
Zean shook his head as he stared at Irene intensely, slowly his gaze descending on the woman's rosy lips. Zean began to bring his face closer to Irene, seconds later he kissed her. Zean deepens his kiss, Irene's hand moves open all the buttons of Zean's shirt making her bare-chested. They paused for a moment to catch their breath that began to pant.
“Zean,”
“You must be tired,” said Irene worried as she touched Zean's handsome face.
Zean smiled as he shook his head slowly.
“I want you, Irene,” whispered and then Zean kissed Irene again, slowly kiss her down exploring the beautiful body of his wife.
For a while, they ended up sleeping on the bed. They slept with Zean holding Irene from behind.
“Are you tired?” ask Zean and then kiss Irene on the back.
Irene turned around, now she looked at Zean with a smile. “I should have asked you, Zean.”
“I'm fine, Irene,” said Zean then he got out of his sleep.
“I'm hungry, want to cook something for me, Irene?” ask Zean then.
Irene nodded in response. “Alright I'll cook for you, but you have to take a shower huh.”
Zean immediately moved and briefly kissed Irene's lips. “I'm going to take a shower, baby.”
“Hahaha... clean bath my big baby boy!”
...***...
“Hm... Why is it so difficult to determine the food menu?” Irene murmured while peeking at the groceries in the refrigerator.
In the refrigerator there is salmon meat that looks still very fresh, he decided to make Salmon Steak with Lemon Butter Sauce. Irene began washing the salmon and then she dried it by putting the salmon on a special cook tissue, not to forget she also sprinkled salt and black pepper and then silenced it for thirty minutes.
While waiting, Irene began to busy making sauce by blending lemon, butter and spices from her secret recipe. After the sauce is ready, Irene again glanced at the salmon and then she pan fried salmon with olive oil spread until half-cooked.
“Completed,” said Irene after she finished serving her two dishes of Salmon Steak with Lemon Butter Sauce.
“Humm... I smell a delicious scent,” Zean said as he walked closer to Irene.
“The time is very accurate. You're done taking a shower and I'm done cooking, it's amazing you're so lucky, Mr. Lorwerth.”
Zean chuckled at Irene's words that sounded like innuendo. “Are you insinuating me who acts like a boss who has a chef as beautiful as you?”
Irene raised her brow side, while smiling ignorantly. “Hei... What do you mean, Zean? I sincerely say.”
Zean shook his head and stepped closer until Irene took two steps back until she was cornered.
“Do not play games with me, Mrs.Lorwerth,” Zean directly kissed his wife.
Irene's hand moved pushing Zean's chest away from her. “Zean, we have to eat. Stop kissing me.”
Zean pouted. “Didn't you miss me, Irene?”
“Oh. You look like a big baby whining right now,” led Irene.
Zean chuckles. “Alright. Let's eat,” break up Zean finally relented.
They enjoyed the dinner Irene made. Zean who was busy with his food occasionally took the time to look at Irene who was sitting opposite him. Irene who was also busy with her food did not pay much attention to Zean. Being stared at during a meal like this by Zean was already nothing foreign to Irene. If remembered in the past their first dinner was when Zean forced Irene to sign a job contract at a restaurant that that night was booked specifically by Zean.
“Irene,” call Zean.
“Hm.”
“How can you still look beautiful despite eating like this?” zean Goda.
“Uhuk... huk..” Irene chokes.
“Irene, are you okay?” panicked Zean immediately offered a glass of water to his wife.
Irene immediately gulped down the water to the toilet.
“Zean, stop teasing me,” whine Irene with her red face from choking earlier.
Zean laughed and continued eating. “I'm sorry, Irene. Haha..”
Irene gave an annoyed glance and resumed eating.
After finishing the meal, Irene and Zean washed the dishes together. It is a classic love story. Actually Zean is very tired after a day of work, but if you have spent time with Irene it feels tired it is gone.
“Completed,” exclaimed Irene as they finished washing all the dirty dishes and furniture.
Zean immediately pulled Irene into his arms. “You want to go straight to bed or want to play first?”
“Zean,” said Irene as if asking Zean to stop teasing her.
Zean chuckled then slowly embraced Irene stepping out of the kitchen.
“Do you have plans tomorrow?” asked Zean on the sidelines of their steps towards the room.
Irene shook her head in response.
“Good. I have a surprise for you tomorrow.”
Irene stopped her steps then looked at Zean. “What surprise?”
“Tomorrow you'll know.”