My Cold Wife

Part 35 - Ravishing Heat(!!)

Hey lovely readers,

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave some comments and votes—I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Looks like Y/N and Jennie just can't resist each other. Literal horny bunnies! Just like me and my wifey. 😉

Happy reading!

Ash Kim

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As the ring was about to slip out of my finger, Y/N appeared seemingly out of nowhere, wielding a wine bottle with a fierce determination in her eyes, relief flooded through me like a tidal wave. I watched in awe as she swiftly intervened, her actions swift and decisive as she stood between me and the man who had dared to threaten our safety.

The sound of the wine bottle shattering against the man's head echoed through the air, sending a shockwave of fear rippling through the group of men. Y/N's anger was palpable, her words dripping with a ferocity that left no room for doubt.

Dare to lay a finger on my wife, and I will rip your head right here, you fucking bastards!

she declared, her voice cold and menacing.

My heart swelled with gratitude and admiration for Y/N, her protective instincts igniting a fire within me. As she turned to me, her gaze softening with concern, she handed me a bouquet of beautiful blue roses, a gesture of love and reassurance in the midst of chaos.

Go order another mint chocolate, princess..

she instructed, her tone firm yet tender.

I'll take care of this mess.

I bit my lip, a rush of desire coursing through me at the sight of Y/N's determined stance, her sleeves rolled up as she prepared to confront the men head-on. With a sense of newfound courage, I walked to Y/N's side, standing behind her as a silent show of support.

As the chaos unfolded before my eyes, I stood frozen in shock, watching as Y/N effortlessly defended us against the onslaught of violence. Each punch and kick landed with precision, her movements fluid and calculated as she neutralized the threat posed by the men.

My heart pounded in my chest with a mixture of fear and awe, a sense of pride swelling within me at the sight of Y/N's unwavering strength and bravery. I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for her, my love and respect for her deepening with each passing moment.

As Y/N held onto the man who had dared to objectify me, a fierce determination blazed in her eyes. With a swift and decisive punch, she aimed for his eyes, her words dripping with righteous anger and a fierce protectiveness.

Now your eyes won't be able to see her curves, not just hers but any woman's,

she declared, her voice firm and unwavering as her fist connected with its target.

I watched in awe as Y/N's actions spoke volumes, her fierce defense of not just me, but of all women, sending a powerful message to anyone who dared to disrespect or demean us.

With each punch she delivered, a sense of justice was served, her actions serving as a reminder that objectification and harassment would not be tolerated under any circumstances.

When the dust finally settled and the men lay defeated at her feet, Y/N turned to me with worry etched into her features, her eyes searching mine for any sign of harm.

Princess, are you alright?

she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern as she cupped my face in her hands.