He hovered over her, a rare, playful smile on his lips. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her sides, eliciting soundless giggles from her.
The sight of her joyous, silent laughter was a balm to his hardened heart. Here, away from the judging eyes...
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Once they were seated in the limousine, Shuren’s gaze was immediately drawn to the neatly arranged gifts, each meticulously prepared by his new wife.
Noticing them, his expression darkened slightly and eyes flicked from the gifts to her, who remained calm and poised, then to the butler, who stood by the door, his posture respectful.
The man’s frown deepened as he shot the butler a pointed look.
And the butler responded with a deep, confirming nod, acknowledging that the gifts had indeed been arranged at the young madam’s request.
The young master, known for his temper, took a moment to suppress the irritation bubbling within him. Without a word, he slid into the seat beside his wife, opting to join her in the limo rather than let his emotions get the better of him.
The door clicked shut, sealing them inside the quiet space of the limousine. The silence between them stretched on, heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Unable to resist, Shuren reached out and gently took his wife’s delicate hand in his. Her skin was soft, almost fragile against his rougher touch.
He felt the texture to his contentment, observing her dainty fingers as if they might mold like soft dough beneath his grasp.
The soft maiden turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his with a pure, innocent gaze. An adorable, almost shy smile played on her lips, unaware of the storm brewing within him.
Before she could grasp his changing demeanor, he closed the distance between them, his voice low and intense as he asked, “Why did you feel the need to prepare those gifts?”
Meilin’s eyes fluttered downward, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks as she realized his displeasure over her filial duties.
She had never thought it would upset him.
Sensing her evident unease, Shuren’s fingers traced her face, teasingly brushing against her lips. His touch was both tender and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin as he muttered, “You didn’t see the need to ask me, did you?” A cold glint passed through his eyes as his expression hardened.
Then, bowing slightly, he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, lingering just a moment too long.
His voice, now dripping with seriousness, resonated in the enclosed space. “Next time, my filial wife, you’ll inform me first. Understood?”
After a brief pause, she timidly nodded, her body trembling slightly as his grip tightened around her hand—a subtle warning she felt deep in her bones.
The tension in the air was overwhelming, but just as quickly as it had come, his hand softened, massaging her skin with a touch that belied his earlier sternness.
