Chapter 53 Turned His Own Words Against Him
“All right!” Yuna beamed with joy and ran over to hug me tightly. “Mommy, goodbye!”
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Queena cast a complicated glance my way, but she remained silent, simply staying by Yuna’s side.
When I got home, I took a warm shower and drank some bone broth. Then, I checked the dance studio where I had recently hired workers to renovate. From now on, I planned to do yoga and dance here every morning and evening. The space was also equipped with various workout machines.
Dressed in a light yoga outfit, I was in the middle of a challenging pose when a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind me. “It’s late. You’re still practicing?” Shawn’s deep voice broke the silence.
I slowly straightened from the alluring pose and flashed him a gentle smile. “Hubby, I just got started. You’ve been away on a business trip for so long. You must be exhausted. Go ahead and rest first.”
My considerate words didn’t earn his appreciation. His ace darkened even more.
He had already showered, wearing a set of gray pajamas. His short hair was still damp, slightly messy. giving him a rugged yet mature look.
Still, no matter how striking his features were, I had long grown tired of looking at them.
“Stop practicing. Go upstairs and sleep. His breath was heavier, his tone laced with authority, a command, not a suestion
“You head up first. I’ll join you soon,” I reassured him patiently.
Clearly still upset, Shawn turned and left without another word.
I continued practicing for another half hour. The tension in my body gradually eased, leaving me feeling lighter. Then, I made my way upstairs.
The master bedroom was empty. A satisfied smile curled on my lips. I had successfully sent him away.
Stepping into the bathroom, I let the hot water cascade down my shoulders, washing away the fatigue of the day. At that moment, my mind felt completely at case–a peace I had never experienced in my past
life.
As the night stretched on, a strange restlessness stirred within me. It was like tiny ants crawling under my skin–an itch I couldn’t scratch, an expectation met with disappointment. Every time he distanced himself, an invisible weight pressed down on me, slowly draining my energy, leaving me feeling more hollow with each passing day.
Now, without expectations, disappointments naturally ceased to exist.
After my shower, I let my long hair fall freely over my shoulders. The thin straps of my nightgown accentuated my delicate collarbone, while my fair skin, still damp from the steam, seemed to glow with a soft radiance.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I prepared to go through my nightly skincare routine.
But as soon as I approached the bed, I noticed someone lying on the other side.
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Chapter 53 Turned His Own Words Against Him
Where was he getting all this energy?
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I paid him no attention and focused on my skincare routine. As I gently massaged the cream onto my face, I suddenly heard soft footsteps approaching from behind.
the mirror, I caught sight of a delicate silver
I hesitated, a cool sensation brushing against my neck. chain with a teardrop–shaped pendant now hanging around my neck.
“Do you like it!” Shawn murmured, leaning in slightly. His gaze locked on our reflection.
Dressed in a violet silk nightgown, the color highlighted my fair complexion. With the addition of the necklace, an air of sophistication surrounded me.
“Thank you, Hubby.” The gift was exquisite, and since Shawn had gone out of his way to give it to me, I saw no reason to refuse.
“And how do you plan to show your appreciation?” His voice grew softer as his lips brushed lightly against my neck, a warmth spreading from where he touched.
A small shiver ran through me. Before I could utter a word, he suddenly bent down and lifted me up from my chair. “Give yourself to me.”
His recent change in behavior baffled me. He used to keep his distance, no matter how much effort I put into getting close to him. He never once seemed interested.
But now… now that I no longer wanted to be with him, he’s the one clinging to me.
Tm feeling a little exhausted… “Though I had just accepted his gift, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Still, I couldn’t help but recall how he had always used this excuse on me before. Perhaps now, it was his turn to be politely turned down.
Shawn’s hands rested on my shoulders, his deep eyes studying me closely.
“Hubby… “I met his intense gaze and softly pleaded, “Can we do this another time?”
Shawn leaned in, capturing my lips in a forceful kiss, silencing any chance of protest.
His frustration was evident, yet for some strange reason, it amused me. Was he really this upset just because I turned his own words against him?
When anger flared in him, he always took control in moments like this. I supposed I only had myself to blame.
He pressed me against him, his teeth sinking lightly into my shoulder as he whispered in a low, threatening voice, “Tiffany, you are my wife. Call me Hubby.”
*Sir… have mercy … “I refused to call him that, shouting out in defiance.
“Call me Hubby. Right now!” His voice was sharp and demanding, like a man who wouldn’t take no for
answer.
I bit down on my lower lip, stubbornly holding my silence.
He clearly intended to teach me a lesson, but after three failed attempts, he seemed to lose his momentum. In the end, he simply held me close, his grip tight, as if he wanted to make me a part of him.
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