MY HUSBAND IS A GANGSTER

CHAPTER TWENTY

HELP AND IMPORTANCE
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The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the bedroom. I found myself rethinking last night, replaying every moment in my head. If our marriage hadn't been consummated before, it definitely was now. I smiled to myself, the memories of Neil and I tangled in the sheets warming me from the inside out.

But my daydream was abruptly interrupted by the sound of bustling footsteps. I sat up, surprised, as more than ten men and women dressed in maid outfits and suits filed into the room. They moved with practiced efficiency, their expressions serious and focused.

An elderly woman stepped forward, her posture straight and her eyes sharp. "Good morning, Mrs. Carters. I am Raya, the head maid of your household," she introduced herself with a respectful nod.

"Good morning, Raya," I replied, still a bit taken aback by the sudden influx of staff.

"Mrs. Carters was impressed with how you've kept up with the house chores," Raya continued. "To ensure you and Mr. Carters can focus on making that heir, we have been assigned to assist you with the household duties."

I couldn't help but laugh. "That's... considerate of her."

Raya's expression softened, and she offered me a small, knowing smile. "It's our pleasure, ma'am. We are here to make your life easier."

Despite the oddity of the situation, I found myself appreciating the help. Raya quickly proved to be a good addition to the household. She was like a serious yet soft grandmother, her wit and charm making her a breath of fresh air. The hustle and bustle of the servants brought a sense of life to the house, making it feel less like a prison and more like a home.

Later that evening, as I was reading a book in the living room, I heard the front door open. Neil walked in, his usual brooding expression replaced with a lighthearted grin. He had a playful glint in his eye as he approached me.

"Hey there," he said, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "Miss me?"

"Always," I replied, closing my book and standing up to wrap my arms around his neck. "How was your day?"

"Busy," he said, his hands settling on my waist. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you."

His tone was flirtatious, and I felt my heart flutter in response. "Oh really? What were you thinking about?"

He pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "About how good last night was," he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Well, Mr. Carters, I think you're about to make me blush," I teased, trying to hide my own excitement.

"Good," he murmured, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. The passion between us reignited instantly, and before I knew it, we were stumbling towards the bedroom, our hands exploring each other's bodies with renewed hunger.

Later, as we lay in bed, the remnants of our passion still lingering in the air, I turned to Neil. "You know, I'm starting to get used to this."

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "Me too. It's nice, isn't it?"

"More than nice," I admitted, resting my head on his chest. "It feels... right."

We lay there in comfortable silence, the weight of our earlier argument forgotten. For the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of peace. Despite the chaos and the pressure from his family, we were finding our own way, creating our own moments of happiness.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Raya's voice, gently instructing the maids as they prepared breakfast. I stretched, feeling more rested than I had in weeks, and made my way downstairs. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods filled the air, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the bustling kitchen.

"Good morning, ma'am," Raya greeted me with a warm smile. "Breakfast will be ready shortly."

"Thank you, Raya," I said, appreciating her efficiency and kindness. "You've made such a difference here."

"It's our pleasure, ma'am," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "We're here to make sure you and Mr. Carters can focus on what's important."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Right. Making an heir."

Raya's smile widened, and she leaned in conspiratorially. "And maybe finding some happiness along the way."

As the days passed, the house continued to feel more like a home. Neil's flirtatious attitude persisted, and we found ourselves growing closer with each passing day. We shared more moments of laughter, more intimate conversations, and yes, more nights of passion.

One evening, as we sat on the couch watching a movie, Neil turned to me with a serious expression. "I've been thinking."

"About what?" I asked, snuggling closer to him.

"About us. About our future," he said, his voice thoughtful. "I want us to be happy, Rach. Truly happy."

I looked up at him, my heart swelling with affection. "We will be, Neil. We're already on our way."

He smiled, kissing the top of my head. "I hope so. Because I love you."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I hugged him tightly. "I love you too."

As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. We were building something real, something strong, and for the first time, I truly believed that we could find our own happiness in this crazy, chaotic world.

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