Fake wife - Chapter 18
Chapter 18
I tried to avoid his face and pushed out his firm chest. hard but it was warm and soft. The coexistence of hardness and softness was impressive.
“Is it that hard?”
“Help me.”
“It’s tough.”
Pascal smiled and kissed my cheek. Then Suuk- he escaped from me. The still hard and thick one scratched all over the inside, and a pain sound came out of it. The things that had filled the inside flowed out. In an instant, the nape of the neck tightened. It was very cheap. Suddenly, the possibility of being pregnant, which I had never thought of before, flashed through my mind and opened my mouth.
As I was about to open it, the man stood up. I lost my mind when my tight muscles twitched. But when he got up and started walking, I had no choice but to hold onto the blanket and bow my head. I could hear Pascal’s laughter, but I couldn’t bear to raise my head. I don’t know about the back or the upper body, but I still can’t dare to look at the bottom where it is standing stiffly and swaying.
“A boat?”
“Yes?”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Come to think of it, yesterday I was distracted and nervous, so I couldn’t eat a proper meal. And now, in my conscience, it seems closer to lunch than breakfast, I didn’t realize it.
I suddenly started getting hungry. “Uh… I’m hungry.”
Instead of answering, the man kissed me on the mouth and put the simple table on the bed. Then, he put down the tray he was carrying, and my saliva swallowed involuntarily. It was a simple breakfast with a sandwich with only ham and cheese, fresh milk, and delicious peaches. How did I pick and choose what I like? I stretched out my hand with a happy heart, but Pascal was faster. Something was thrust right in front of my mouth, so I reflexively accepted it. It was a sandwich. Before he had time to question anything, the second piece was presented.
When I came to my senses, I was eating with my mouth open like a baby bird, buried wide in Pascal’s bosom. It’s dried up. I realized it only when the glass of milk touched my lips.
“Oh, I can eat alone,” milk is lukewarm. I like cold milk. Suddenly, the back of my neck felt cold again. Come to think of it, did Pascal open the door? This tray… was in the room? “The milk has become lukewarm. Don’t tell me to bring it back.”
It’s not lukewarm milk, it’s lukewarm milk, lord. The blood was gone from my face. It’s a thought that came to my mind now, but… I’m sure it’s not. I got food.
Without eating or saying anything, the man looked at my face.
“Are you okay?”
“Uh… Hey, Pascal, breakfast is…”
“Is it not enough?”
“No, not that, how…”
“I asked about breakfast, so I said I would eat it in my room. I think it would be difficult for you to move.”
“Uh, so… it’s not… who went in….”
Seeing my face gradually fading and crumpling mercilessly, the man laughed mischievously as if he realized what I wanted to say.
“Since he came in when he was busy, I winked at him to leave it and go.”
“That, uh, then, that, I saw it all.”
“Don’t worry. Didn’t I cover this fire because I thought that would be the case?”
“Yes! If so! You should have waited!”
“Where can you afford that? I am proud of myself for just waiting for you to open your eyes.”
“Uh… uh…”
Who is this guy? I don’t think it’s the Pascal Valencia I know. He wasn’t such a good person, but weren’t your keywords cold- hearted, cool- headed, and prickly? But why are you like this?
“I always think about it, but you pay attention even to unnecessary things.”
“It’s useless…”
“What is the point of worrying about the gaze of the maids? Also, it wasn’t that we were shown fighting scenes, and we were on good terms, so there’s no problem.”
“It’s good…”
We were overly close, they said it had nothing to do with us or the maid. It’s embarrassing to see such a scene! I’m not saying there’s no such thing as exhibitionism! However, this is common sense based on my standards. The fact that I have lived for 3 years and still can’t adapt is that this is a class society. I don’t know what the real class society was like.
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