Chapter 5: Why Are You On My Bed?!
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Joan was sitting in the palace-like living room, staring blankly at the luxurious decorations all around.
"Mrs. Dinkins, I'm Purcell, the housekeeper. Here are two cards. One is the salary card which Mr. Dinkins prepared for you, and I have just deposited all the money you received as marriage gifts. The other is Mr. Dinkins's unlimited credit card. The password is your birthday," said Mr. Purcell.
Unlimited credit card? What kind of card is it? Does that mean that it will work no matter how much money I spend? Joan was flattered.
"Mrs. Dinkins, we have prepared your bedroom, which is on the left side of the second floor. We only purchased daily necessities in a limited time. All clothing, jewelry, and cosmetics will be tailored from tomorrow by special personnel. Please rough it for tonight." added Mr. Purcell.
Joan felt that her life had reached its peak because of this flash marriage. Everything happened so fast, and it was just so unbelievable.
Joan was exhausted after Mr. Purcell introduced the servants, chefs, and the layout of the rooms.
She had some late-night snack and then drowsily leaned on the sofa.
"Mrs. Dinkins. Mrs. Dinkins," Mr. Purcell called Joan, who was almost asleep.
"Is there anything else?" Joan was dozing off.
"Mrs. Dinkins, if you are tired, you can go upstairs to sleep. You are the most honorable lady, and you can do whatever you like," said Mr. Purcell respectfully.
"Am I? Is it just me and him living in this big place? Where are his parents?" Joan opened her sleepy eyes.
"Mrs. Dinkins, only you and Mr. Dinkins live here. As for his family, it is not convenient for me to disclose them. You will know in the future," said Mr. Purcell.
"You can live the way you want. You just need to have a child with Mr. Dinkins, and that's all your obligation as his wife," Mr. Purcell looked so kind.
Joan had a headache when she heard the words 'have a child'.
"Have a child? But today is not my ovulation. It will be in a few days," said Joan.
Joan was only 20 years old, and she didn't want to become a housewife so early. She still wanted to enjoy her carefree life as a little girl.
It would take her some time to get used to married life.
"Yes, so you can go back to your room, and you don't have to mind Mr. Dinkins," nodded Mr. Purcell.
"Okay, I get it," Joan stretched and yawned, "Then I'm going to take a shower and sleep. Which room is mine again?"
"On the left," said Mr. Purcell.
"Okay, good night," said Joan.
"Good night, Mrs. Dinkins," said Mr. Purcell.
It was the longest day and the most thrilling day of Joan's life. She was exhausted.
She took a comfortable bath and went to sleep.
At midnight, Brian opened the door to the side bedroom, and by the light of the corridor, he slowly walked to Joan's bed.
It was too dark in the room, and he couldn't see the look on her face, he just felt that Joan was so cute when she fell asleep.
She turned her body sideways, her hands clasped together and placed beside her face.
Brian had regarded her as Mrs. Dinkins, his lovely wife, and that was probably why he thought she was so cute.
Brian looked at her, pulled off his tie, and went to the bathroom to shower.
After coming out, he didn't go back to his room but stood in front of the bed again.
Reaching out and turning on the bedside lamp, Brian finally saw her sleeping face.
Joan looked so quiet and completely relaxed. She didn't cover her shoulders, and the whole bed was full of the light fragrance from her body.
Brian lay on the bed, the bed sank in an instant, and it bounced a few times. All he was thinking about was that night they spent together, maybe because he drank too much, or the woman next to him was so attractive.
While thinking about it, Brian stared at Joan, and he suddenly swallowed. Then, he couldn't help but slowly lower his body.
Joan was so sensitive about this, and she opened her eyes suddenly and stared fixedly at Brian.
They were staring at each other just like that.
How could this be possible? I'm in my room. Why is he here? No, no, I must be dreaming! Maybe I should close my eyes now and check it later.
Joan closed her eyes and then opened them. The man in front of her was still there.
She couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to say hi. I'm glad you are my wife now," Brian paused, and he said slowly with his elegant low voice.
For a moment, the room was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.
"This is my room. Can you just leave?" Joan bit her lip, blushing and whispering.
Brian was topless, and Joan didn't think it was appropriate to talk face to face like that. Brian smiled, and he quickly kissed her forehead.
"Ah!" Joan closed her eyes in horror and let out a scream.
A look of displeasure flashed across Brian's face. He waved his hand and lifted the quilt, leaving her body with no cover.
Then, he kissed her lips.
"What on earth are you doing?! Please get out," Joan hurriedly put her hands on her breasts and screamed again.
Joan didn't know what Brian was thinking by lifting her quilt and kissing her in the middle of the night.
"You're my wife. What's wrong with me staying in your room? It's normal and rational." Brian looked at her blushing face and enjoyed looking at her reactions.
"You rascal! The agreement says that you can only have s*x with me at my ovulation, isn't it? So what are you doing now?" Joan wiped her lips with the back of her hand in exasperation.
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