MY EX-HUSBAND'S OBSESSION

Fear

Den had considered this, so he brought up plenty of food and a small basket of snacks, including potato chips, shrimp crackers, and cakes. To the surprised to see such junk food in Roger's since Marion Roger was very particular about his diet and employed a personal nutritionist. Marion Roger would never consume such items. It was rare for things Marion Roger disliked to appear here in this mansion.

Den knock the door. Clara open the door secretively.

After receiving the items, She thanked Den and hid in a concealed spot under the bed once she returned to her room. Her usual hid site.

The room featured a large, handmade carpet. Sitting barefoot on it, She carefully opened the box of building blocks.

In truth, solitude while pursuing her interests was her usual state. Marion only returned occasionally, not to keep her company, but to cater to specific needs. Thus, she genuinely required patience-testing gadgets like these to occupy much of her idle time.

She patience was exceptional; when engrossed, she lost all sense of time.

Unaware of how long had passed, She heard noise in the corridor and assumed Den had returned. She prepared to collect the blocks and open the door but froze as it clicked open from outside.

A tall man entered. Clara stared at him, momentarily stunned before realizing what she was doing. She backed away quickly, nearly panic-stricken. The blocks she'd worked on for two hours scattered across the carpet.

Her face paled: "Sir..."

Marion Roger gazed at the cluttered boxes and slowly approached: "How long did this take?"

Clara smith: "...Two hours."

The man whispered, "Tsk. What a pity."

Clara's heart raced. There were two bags of uneaten snacks on the carpet. Her throat tightened as she said, "I didn't know you were coming back. I'm sorry." She sit on the floor and start gathering them. The man sat next to her, picked up a building block, and said, "Den wanted to come up and inform you, but I stopped him."

Clara didn't say anything just looking down and gather her building block.

"How was your shopping today? Are you happy?" Marion asked her.

Clara nodded and quietly shrank back.

Marion Roger stare at him and smirk as he take step forward, Clara take step back.

"Are you afraid of me?" Marion grab her upper arm.

"No... no." Clara didn't struggle.

"Come here." Marion, make her dropped the blocks and turned to look at him.

Clara's clenched fingers turned white. Her eyelids trembled slightly as she moved closer. Marion Roger grabbed her waist.

"I haven't seen you for half a month. Do you miss me?" He asked while nuzzing in her neck. Clara turn her face and gave him more access to her neck.

This wasn't the first time Marion had asked such a question. In fact, he often asked it, as if needing confirmation for something. It seemed quite appealing to a high-ranking person like Marion Roger knowing that his beautiful little spouse waited for him at home, always thinking about him.

Marion followed Clara's evasive eyes and heard her insincere reply, "Yes."

"Where do you miss me?"

Marion again ask her with witty smile, appeared he is in a good mood, more patient than usual with this beautiful decoration.

Clara breathing grew uneven as she murmured, "I miss you everywhere."

The man's hand teased her further.

He whispered: "Do you miss me here as well?" he strocked her white soft skin with back of his hand. Clara feel goosebumps all over her body.

"Sir!" Clara trembled and gasped.

Realizing that her voice had been too loud – almost yelling at Marion Roger – she quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Marion looked at her panicked expression and kindly said, "It's alright." But his hand ventured all her body furiously, his voice slow and low, "Cla, you're such a baby."

Clara muscles tensed, and she dared not speak. CLA, is the name that Marion say when he is in extremely good mood.

"Are you afraid of me?" Marion again asked while kissing her jaw.

She lowered her eyes and shook her head.

"Lift your eyes."

Clar had tears in her eyes. The grip on Clara body get tight. She hissed in pain.

"You lied to me again," Marion said as he withdrew his hand and began to unbutton his shirt. "You bit too hard just now."

Clara face flushed red, annoyance and embarrassment rising within her.

"It was similar to the last time you were frightened on the balcony." His hands continued to unbutton each button slowly, revealing the young man's delicate collarbone. He lowered his head and kissed his neck, "Here, on the balcony, where I left a mark from when you bit down with such intensity, it has yet to fade away."