Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 49

Kian Calen Levington POV

When I arrived home with Asteria, I immediately searched for her in our room, but she wasn't there. Where could she be? The thought of losing her again made me nervous. I couldn't bear the idea of her leaving me, disappearing, and never seeing her again. I ran to Zyrone's room and found her there, crying and staring into the distance. She turned to face me.

"Why are you here?" She asked coldly, yet I sensed the underlying sadness. I sighed.

"I'm here because I'm your wife," I replied firmly, leaving no room for doubt. She smiled, almost in disbelief, and chuckled softly before speaking again.

"Go to your girl," she said bitterly, wiping her tears that continued to fall. She stood up, ready to leave, but I halted her.

"Asteria, let me explain, please. I'm sorry," I pleaded, but she, like me before, refused to listen.

"I don't need your explanation, Kian," she stated firmly.

"What? Am I going to hear hurtful words again? You're repeating the same mistakes, Kian. You're shouting again," she cried, unable to contain her emotions. I saw pain, not hatred, in her eyes. I embraced her, feeling her pain.

"She was there from the start. I don't know if she's listening. I don't care if she doesn't want me to explain. What matters is that I can tell her the truth," I expressed.

"Why?" she asked hoarsely, still crying. I spoke up.

"I want to talk about what she did to you, how she deceived you with that man," I began.

"I tried to stop her. I was about to confront her, but she caught me off guard. Our lips touched, and that must have been the moment you walked in," I explained. She fell silent, contemplating whether to believe me or not, then turned to face me.

"Is what you're saying true?" She asked weakly. I smiled and met her gaze directly, assuring her of the truth.

She stared at me, biting her lip in thought. To my surprise, she cupped my neck and kissed me. I smiled back, grateful for her trust. Perhaps this was her way of expressing her love for me.

"Kian! Hurry up, I'm thirsty. You're so slow," she called from the living room.

I was now in the kitchen, preparing her drink as she had requested earlier. I contemplated skipping work that day to be with my wife. Zyrone was with her in the living room. I swiftly brought the water to her and winced.

"This has no taste. I want juice," she complained, prompting a frown from me.

"Why are you frowning?" She asked, annoyed.

"Don't you like it? Don't you love me anymore?" She questioned tearfully. I quickly reassured her, scratching my head and making a promise.

"Of course, wifey. Even if you ask me a hundred times, I'll obey without complaint. I love you so much," I vowed quickly. Her sad expression transformed into joy as she smiled and embraced me.

"You're right here. My wife is so sweet," she remarked, pinching my cheek. I reacted playfully, exclaiming, "Aww," as I caressed it.

"Sorry," she apologized swiftly, reciprocating the gesture and then kissing me.

"There, it doesn't hurt anymore because I kissed it," she assured with a smile, displaying her childlike innocence. She leaned on my chest and spoke softly.

"Kian," she called my name, and I caressed her hair.

"Yes?" I responded softly, enjoying the moment. She placed her palm on my chest.

"Can I..." she hesitated, trailing off.

"What?" I prodded, eager to know what she wanted to say.

"Can I..." she bit her lip, looking embarrassed.

"Hold your abs," she blurted out quickly. I chuckled softly.

"Sure," I agreed. She stepped back momentarily, allowing me to remove my clothes completely.

"Just hold them," I said.

She gazed at them intently, as if fearing they might vanish. She bit her lip, truly feeling them.

"They're really firm," she whispered, and I heard her clearly. I just smiled, acknowledging the effect I had on my wife. She looked up at me.

"Why are you so attractive?" she innocently inquired. I found her question amusing.

"I don't really know, wifey. I guess I've been like this since birth," I smirked, leaning in closer to her ear.

"All I know is we both are attractive. That's why we're perfect," I teased, prompting a gentle hit from her.

"I'm serious about asking," she insisted, chuckling. I joined in her laughter.

"I'm also serious about my answer," I replied.

"I really don't know," she said, standing up and heading to the kitchen. I followed her, and she turned to me.

"Kian, I want something to eat," she stated. I nodded, jesting with her.

"I'm lazy," I teased, earning a snort from her.

"You can't kiss me if you don't feed me," she pouted. I acted quickly.

"Here, I'll cook something for you," I said, grabbing ingredients. She laughed.

"Your reaction was priceless," she said with amusement.

"Don't mock me like that, I see you," I teased her, noticing her widened eyes, still imagining the scenario I had described.

"Kian, you're ridiculous!" she exclaimed.

"Good morning. I love you, Estria."

"I love you too, Kian." Her words brought a wide smile to my face. I never grew tired of hearing those words from her and showing her the true meaning behind them.