Married to Satan as Husband

Chapter 4

The next morning, Grace Martin was awakened by a symphony of bird songs and the fragrance of blossoms.

There was a time when she had forgotten the sensation of waking naturally. Today, it seemed she had overslept. Grace Martin opened her hazy eyes, feeling as if her head were about to split open. She vigorously shook her head; it felt heavy. She reached out, rubbing her temples.

Grace Martin felt as if her entire body had been disassembled, aching everywhere! She wore an adorable cartoon pig pajama, presumably dressed by Aunt Sarah.

Thinking of the sensual dream from last night, Grace Martin couldn't help but blush. Subsequently, she felt remorseful, having engaged in an illicit affair with the handsome man from her dream?! Grace Martin's expression dimmed; she clearly understood that her husband was named Matthew Wilson, the man in the wheelchair!

Suddenly, Grace Martin wanted to see her husband again. Perhaps he was a bit ugly, had a bad temper, and a touch of eccentricity... but after all, he was her husband.

Matthew Wilson was right: she was his woman! This was an undeniable fact, unchangeable!

Grace Martin surveyed the room, with its spacious French windows allowing the morning light to filter through. Ivory-colored curtains danced in the breeze, exuding an air of elegance. An elegant European-style double bed, coupled with sleek and modern furnishings, added a touch of avant-garde fashion.

Grace Martin liked the room's soft pink tones; it appeared warm and harmonious.

A knock on the door reached her ears, "Mrs. Wilson, Young Master Wilson is here, waiting in the living room."

Young Master Wilson?! Grace Martin was slightly stunned, "Oh, I'll be down shortly!"

A mischievous smile, with even his two thick eyebrows rippling softly, as if always carrying a sense of amusement, like the crescent moon in the night sky.

"Hey, sister-in-law, you're still alive!" the man teased.

Fair skin complemented by lightly peach-colored lips, prominent and handsome features, a dazzling diamond earring in his left ear, adding a hint of unruliness to his sunny handsomeness...

"William, how can you talk to your sister-in-law like that?!" Beside him, a tall and voluptuous mature beauty scolded her son with indulgence.

"You can call me Grace Martin. I am William's mother, so you can address me as Aunt Ashley along with Matthew," the elegant lady said with a dignified smile.

"Hello, Aunt Ashley!" Grace Martin, though somewhat perplexed, obediently complied.

"Eh!" The elegant lady readily agreed, "Here, this is the red packet Aunt Ashley prepared for you. It should have been given to you yesterday."

"No... I don't want it..." Grace Martin felt a bit uneasy, retracting her hand.

"Aunt Ashley is giving it to you; just accept it," an elderly and hoarse voice came from the doorway, followed by Andrew pushing a wheelchair from inside.

Grace Martin saw the man clearly: wearing a duckbill cap that covered much of his face, the scars crisscrossing his chin and neck, resembling locust-like markings, were still clearly visible.

"Brother, not to criticize you, but with the financial and material resources of our Ye family, apart from turning you into Ultraman, we could even transform you into 'Avatar'!" William glanced at Matthew Wilson, teasingly remarking.

"Others' skin might be good, but it will never be your own. It can never become you!" Matthew Wilson's hoarse and aged voice echoed again, seeming to emanate from the depths of his throat.

Grace Martin sensed something amiss because his voice last night wasn't this aged, but his figure and appearance were the same.

"Matthew, Aunt Ashley has something to discuss with you! Next month, Richard White from the 'White' conglomerate will be coming to the Wilson family for negotiations. He is the top-tier guest, and we cannot afford any neglect! If it's inconvenient for you to meet, you can authorize William..."

Upon noticing Matthew Wilson's faint smirk, Aunt Ashley ceased speaking.

"The Wilson family conglomerate will eventually be William's. Aunt Ashley, there's no need to be hasty! Richard White is a top-tier schemer, unscrupulous and unreliable in his dealings! William is not his match! William is still young, too impetuous and fervent; it's better for him to undergo more tempering..." Matthew Wilson spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

"So, meeting with the 'White' conglomerate..." Aunt Ashley elongated her tone.

"There's still a month, I will handle it! Grace Martin, why are you standing there? Understand the etiquette, go and pour tea for Aunt Ashley!" Matthew Wilson sternly reprimanded Grace Martin, who had been staring at him.

"Oh..." Grace Martin withdrew her gaze, although still somewhat fearful, much better than last night.

"Sister-in-law, you probably don't know, in the past six months, I've found numerous beautiful ladies for my brother. In the end, either scared away or frightened into a faint... as you return to your family today, would you like your little brother to accompany you..." William seemed disinterested in business matters but playfully teased Grace Martin.

Grace Martin remained silent, silently pouring tea for Aunt Ashley. When it came to Matthew Wilson, her gaze couldn't help but be intimidated by the scars on his hands resembling eagle claws. She shivered, accidentally spilling the tea on Matthew Wilson's hands.

"Do you want to scald me?!" Matthew Wilson abruptly moved his wheelchair backward, instinctively pushing Grace Martin away.

Most of the teapot's contents splashed onto Grace Martin's ivory-like arms. After a miserable cry, she immediately suppressed any further groans, biting her lip, refusing to make a sound.

"Sister-in-law, are you alright..." William took a step forward, wanting to help Grace Martin, but was stopped by his mother.

"This is her fate!" Matthew Wilson coldly snorted. "Uncle Andrew, fetch a check! Ten million, let her settle accounts with James Martin and leave!"

"Brother, don't be so heartless! With your distinguished appearance, which woman would like you? If sister-in-law leaves, you'll truly be a solitary figure..." William was genuinely indignant.

"Since she chose to be the woman of Matthew Wilson, she has lost her freedom! This is her fate, and she must comply!" Pausing, "William, if you meddle further, I'll sell your limited edition Maserati MC12 as scrap metal!"

"What?! Brother, you got me a limited edition Maserati?! Brother, you're too great, you're my sun! When can I drive it?!" William exclaimed like a child.

"Three days later! Preparing for air transport!"

Despite knowing him for only a year, Matthew Wilson still cared deeply for his half-brother.

"William, you only know how to be idle! When will you be able to stand on your own like your brother?!" Aunt Ashley expressed her dissatisfaction.

"The Wilson family has my brother supporting it!" William scoffed, turning his head, "Brother, you must live a long life!"

"I will," Matthew Wilson said solemnly.

"William, rest assured, I will take good care of your brother!" Grace Martin smiled meekly.

"Grace Martin, listen to me: in the Wilson family, don't say what shouldn't be said, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't look at what shouldn't be looked at, and don't do what shouldn't be done!" Matthew Wilson's voice was aged, hoarse, icy, and piercing.