Third Wife Paid Husband
Chapter 18

Sunlight entered from the window, piercing through the thin white curtains that closed them. Rose petals were scattered around the bed while a woman was still wrapped in a blanket over her while closing her eyes.

Andrea frowned, raising her arms to cover her two eyes, glare at the bright light that was disrupting her sleep. He felt like he had slept for half an hour. Why is it morning again? He looked at the bed next to him and found no one there. Aron is awake.

“Ah, my waist,” complained Andrea while stroking her waist that felt like it was going to come off. His whole body was like a crumble. What happened last night was crazy. No, to be more precise, Aron is completely insane. After his consciousness was collected enough, he immediately got up from the bed and messed up and walked limping towards the bathroom while carrying a home-based casual dress that was at the top of the pile of clothes in the suitcase. Ah, Andrea so remember she has to immediately clean up her stuff that is still in the bag and suitcase.

"Did he get into a trance last night? He left countless traces on my body," murmured Andrea back to look at his body in the mirror.

Andrea touched some of the tipped that there was a kiss on her chest and it made Andrea recall the sensation that she felt last night. "Gosh, what I was thinking" he said trying to shake off all his memories of last night's events.

After managing to shake off the memory last night, Andrea immediately dried her dark and long hair and used skin care products that she regularly wore, Andrea finally stepped outside the room, towards the first floor. His ears heard a movement in the kitchen, unconsciously his legs were pointed there.

Andrea's footsteps stopped right at the kitchen entrance, where she could clearly see if the man who had eaten her last night was cooking. Aron looks so mastery of the kitchen and that makes Andrea have an additional point for aron which can increasingly be said to be the category of perfect men.

"Good morning, my wife" said Aron, who had noticed Andrea's presence, turned his body, approached Andrea and kissed a glimpse of Andrea's lips, leaving Andrea washed away by her attitude.

Aron himself was only aware of his behavior, before Aron had never been so warm to the women in his life, but different from Andrea who was just present in his life.

"Don't daydream, it's still morning. Let's breakfast!" invite Aron to hold Andrea's hand and sit in a chair that is already available in the dining room.

What morning, it's almost eleven. Inner Andrea

The two eat in silence, but Andrea realizes that Aron has several times stolen a glance at her. "Stop looking at me?" andrea said without raising her head to look at Aron.

"Is it still sick?" asked Aron to make Andrea's face red again when memories last night re-covered in his mind.

"Of course it hurts, you're like a starving man. Eating me so voraciously," sardonic Andrea sneered.

"Now I am still hungry too" replied Aron standing up to Andrea who was staring intently at him.

"Aron! Don't fuck around!" reproof Andrea.

Aron smiled with a body that slowly lowered its head toward Andrea. "I'm your husband and you want to get pregnant soon. Isn't that good if you get pregnant soon?" said Aron again kissed the lips of Andrea who was again silent about the action.

Damnit. He made me really excited again. Inner Aron again stood firmly and kept his distance from Andrea.

"Eat! I need to check email!" aron chose to go from there.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with my heart?" Andrea muttered.