Denied Love

08.Rin's Wife(2)

"S-So... Who do people think it is?"

"Khun Kiri, of course!" someone answered dreamily.

"The young CEO of that luxury condo project in the city. Handsome, rich, and from an elite family-he's perfect for Boss Rin! Plus, he showed up at the office this morning with flowers!

That's why the whole company's talking about it!"

Her senior teammate spoke as if he was daydreaming. Instead of feeling relieved that the answer wasn't her, she felt even more awkward and uneasy inside.

She was possessive over the title of "Boss Rin's husband."

She was the real wife, not that guy-especially not one carrying a bouquet of flowers! Just thinking about it made Khemjira's face heat up.

"That can't be true. If it were someone of that level, the wedding would have been huge news by now. But there hasn't been any news at all. And Boss Rin isn't exactly an ordinary person."

"They could have had a private wedding. These days, even famous celebrities get married in secret. People only find out when they already have kids."

The more everyone seemed to be supporting Kiri, the more anxious Khemjira felt. She nervously tapped her foot under the table.

"I don't think so. From what I see, Khun Kiri is just a client," she said. As soon as she finished speaking, everyone turned to look at her. Then,

Balloon leaned in closer with a skeptical expression-either that or she wasn't happy that Khemjira had just gone against the general opinion.

"You're acting weird. You don't like this couple? Why not?"

There it was. The once friendly gazes had now turned into something else entirely.

"No, it's not that! I was just sharing my opinion,"

Khemjira quickly waved her hands, trying to clear up the misunderstanding. Her face fell a little, but luckily, at that moment, everyone started heading back to their tables. Balloon, however, gave her a casual but firm warning.

"But you know, everyone here is shipping Kiri and Boss Rin. If you don't want to be singled out, just keep quiet. People here seem peaceful, but

they're actually pretty intense. Don't be the one going against the tide, okay?"

Hearing that, the real wife felt her face go numb. But wait... wasn't the correct saying "don't be a crocodile against the tide" instead of a boat?

Khemjira let out a deep sigh as she slumped back into her chair. She absentmindedly spun the wedding ring her wife had put on her finger. She wanted to scream out loud and just tell everyone that she was Boss Rin's wife!

But then again, she had already spent two nights sleeping on the couch. If she really did that, her wife would probably hate her to the core. Their

marriage might even come to an end.

.

.

She hadn't seen her wife all day, except for a brief moment before leaving for work. And now, it was already 8 PM...

She still wasn't back.

Khemjira, dressed in her pajamas, lay in bed with the air conditioning set to the perfect cool temperature. She played around on the bed, waiting for her wife, until finally, at 9 PM, the other woman returned.

"Have you eaten yet?"

The moment she saw her, Khemjira quickly sat up with a bright smile. Instead of asking where she had been or why she was so late, she chose to ask about dinner instead. Because of that, the other woman answered her calmly, without any sign of irritation.

"I already ate."

After answering, the tired woman disappeared into the bathroom for a while. When she came out, she was once again in her usual sexy pajamas.

Before she could even get into bed to rest, the person who had been waiting all evening rushed over, hugging her tightly from behind and resting her chin on her shoulder.

"You smell so good."

"I'm hot. Why are you hugging me?"

Praenarin rolled her eyes in exasperation and tried to pry Khemjira's arms off her waist. But the stubborn woman refused to let go. If she could knee her in the stomach, she probably would have done it by now.

"I just missed my wife." Khemjira pouted.

"Why did Kiri come to see you today?" "And why do you need to know?"

Praenarin finally freed herself from the tight embrace. Feeling exhausted from work, she flopped onto the bed, reached out, and turned off the

bedside lamp, leaving only the dim downlight. "But I'm your wife."

"So?"

"So... I love you...And I get jealous."

As soon as she finished speaking, the "little puppy" climbed into bed and wrapped her arms around Praenarin again.

Once more, she found herself in the arms of the woman who claimed to be her wife. And, just like every time they were this close, she could almost feel a tiny spark of electricity passing between them.

"Oh? Which Rin do you love? Praenarin or Khwanrin?" "Eh? Why are you asking that?"

Khemjira froze at the unexpected question.

"Well, I saw you hugging her so tightly in that empty hallway. So I'm wondering-exactly which Rin do you love?"

That was definitely a jealous wife's question. Realizing this, Khemjira couldn't help but laugh, feeling both amused and delighted. Even though Praenarin's face was serious and a little annoyed, Khemjira knew the truth- she was being punished with two nights on the couch because her wife was jealous!

Ah, Ragdoll cats were just like this. They might look cold and distant on the outside, but deep down, their emotions were a storm.

"Oh, come on. I was just saying goodbye to P'Rin. She's moving out in a

few days. I love her like a sister. But you, Khun Rin-I love you as my wife."

Khemjira tightened her arms around her wife, pulling their bodies even closer until it felt like they were melting into one.

"Mm. Let me go and go back to your own place."

Praenarin squirmed in Khemjira's arms, trying to break free, but the stubborn woman wouldn't budge. Instead, she flipped them over, pinning Praenarin down with a firm grip on both wrists.

"You're so stubborn!" Praenarin glared.

"Nope. I'm not going back to that stupid couch. Do you know how much my back hurts? And my heart too. I want to sleep with my wife. Let's do our homework again, hmm? That night wasn't enough."

"What do you mean 'wasn't enough'?! It went on for hours!"

Praenarin, her dark hair spread across the pillow, protested loudly. In her opinion, even half an hour was too much. But Khemjira had kept her up from 10 PM past midnight!

Khemjira smirked, her lips curling mischievously. Slowly, she leaned in

closer, her breath warm against Phraenarin's ear as she whispered in a low, seductive voice:

"It's not enough, Khun Rin. I'll make sure you're satisfied every night," Khemjira whispered in a low, inviting voice.

"Don't you ever get the urge, Khun Rin? Are you really going to suppress it for two whole years? Or would you rather let yourself go and feel pleasure so intense it leaves you breathless? Are you sure you want the first option?"

Her soft, sultry voice brushed against Praenarin's ear. Her long lashes fluttered, and she swallowed hard as images from that night resurfaced in her mind. That night had relaxed her so completely that she had overslept for the first time.

Just remembering it sent another wave of emotions she could no longer suppress.

"Khem..."

She instinctively pressed her legs together, whispering her wife's name as

the warm hands holding her wrists suddenly released their grip. Then, a soft palm gently caressed her cheek.

"Trust me," Khemjira murmured.

"I'll make you feel even better than on our wedding night. You know how soft my tongue is, don't you?"

Her lips hovered near Praenarin's ear, voice dipping lower as she trailed her nose down her wife's elegant neck, leaving a feather-light kiss just behind her ear. From there, she continued down, placing delicate kisses along her

sensitive skin, moving down to her bare shoulder.

Her hand, which had been resting idly, slid to Praenarin's waist, stroking gently through the fabric. The tenderness of it all sent a wave of warmth through Praenarin, making her unconsciously sigh.

"Mm..."

The tension from her long day at work slowly melted away. Just Khemjira's gentle touch was enough to unravel her. Everything her wife did to her was always filled with care.

Khemjira whispered playfully,

"Teacher... this student is ready to turn in her homework."