Chapter 5 Her Thoughtful Newlywed Husband

Quinn and Isabella stared at each other, once again leading to an awkward atmosphere because they could not find anything to say.

"Why don't you go ahead? I have something to take care of anyway." Isabella suggested, her usual cheerfulness overshadowed by the nervousness she felt once facing Quinn.

"OK." Quinn nodded and headed toward the study.

Isabella glanced at him and went back to the room to prepare the materials for tomorrow's work.

It took her about two hours to finish. She shut her laptop and rubbed her sore temples.

After a moment, she stood up to headed out of her room. Asd she opened the door, she ran into Quinn stepping out of the bathroom.

He was wearing a white nightgown, his short black hair still damp from the water. His aloof expression gave him an air of cool indifference.

"It's getting late. Go wash up and then get some rest," he said calmly, and without looking at her, he turned and entered the room.

Isabella was at a loss. It looked like he expected to be intimate with her tonight.

But she still struggled with accepting him.

The thought made her heart race, her breaths coming in short gasps.

So she spent half an hour in the bathroom. When she finally returned, she slipped into a pair of long-sleeved pajamas, wrapping herself up tightly.

When she returned to the room, Quinn was nowhere to be seen. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief. However, in the next second, he walked in.

The faint scent of tobacco lingered around him, he had probably just stepped out on the balcony to smoke. He made no secret of his smoking but was considerate enough not to smoke in front of her.

"Let's go to sleep." Quinn got into bed first and lay down on the right side of the bed, leaving the left side for her.

"OK..." Isabella’s voice faltered, nervous making her palms sweat.

She climbed into bed from the other side, her heart pounding as she lay down on his left side.

The bed was two meters wide. There was still a distance between them, but she felt as though she was tightly surrounded by his masculine aura.

"I'm going to sleep. Good night!" She closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly.

Unluckily, the more she stopped herself from thinking, the more her mind raced. The harder she tried to sleep, the more awake she became.

She thought, ‘Will Quinn do something to me when I'm asleep?’

‘Well, even if he does, it'll be natual, since we are legally married.’

As she thought to herself, her body stiffened, unable to relax.

Perhaps sensing Isabella's nervousness, Quinn suddenly reached out and rubbed her head. "Isabella, although we are legally married, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

His voice was as smooth and pleasant as ever, yet Isabella could detect a faint smile in it, and for a moment, her ears turned red.

She thought, ‘Can he stop being so perceptive?’

***

With Quinn's reassuring words, Isabella's tense nerves slowly relaxed, and it wasn't long before she fell asleep.

When she woke up, the room was filled with sunlight. She grabbed her phone to check the time and couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, "Shit!"

Her alarm was set for 7 a.m. every weekday. Had the alarm gone off today, or had she slept too soundly this time?

"You're awake." Quinn's deep, alluring voice echoed in the room. "I nonticed it was still early, so I turned off your alarm to let you sleep a little longer."

Hearing Quinn's voice, Isabella realized that there was someone else in the room.

She glanced up and saw Quinn, fully dressed, sitting on the single sofa. His long fingers flipped through the newspaper as if he had been waiting for her for a while.

"Well... Give me a second. I'll make breakfast as soon as I can." Isabella scratched her head nervously, jumped out of bed, and hurried to the bathroom.

"Breakfast is ready. I'll wait for you to eat with me." Quinn's deep voice came from behind her, leaving Isabella unsure of how to respond.

Quinn looked at Isabella, who was like a frightened bunny. He couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, a smile glimmering in his cold eyes.

He thought, ‘Is this really the Isabella who got drunk, scolded me for three hours, and threw up all over me three years ago?’

***

Isabella finished washing up and came to the dining room, now dressed in her work uniform .

She was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt, and the fitted cut outlined her perfect body curves, giving her an air of maturity and undeniable feminine charm. She had a sexy confidence.

Quinn's pupils contracted slightly when he saw her appearance. He quickly averted his eyes and sat down to eat his breakfast in silence.

Thereafter, his first decision as the CEO of NextEra Technologies would be to change the company's female employees' uniforms from skirts to dress pants.

Seeing the delicious breakfast on the table, Isabella smiled and said, "Did you make all this?"

She thought, ‘Didn't he tell me last night that he couldn't cook? He managed to make such a delicious breakfast in one night. That’s impressive.’

Seeing Isabella through, Quinn handed her some warm milk and said, "The maid delivered them here."

Quinn was a kind of a neat freak, particularly picky about food. He seldom ate outside, so the maid, who had been in charge of his diet and daily living, made preparations in advance.

"Looks yummy." Isabella sat down and took a bite of the dessert. "And tastes yummy, too."

The dessert melted in her mouth and tasted better than she had expected.

"Yes," Quinn said only a word, his tonea bit cold.

His response left Isabella unsure of what else to say. She picked up another piece of dessert and put it into her mouth.

She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. His elegant eating mannerisms reminded her of someone from high society.

He exuded elegance and noblility effortlessly, without trying at all.

"Something on my face?" Quinn suddenly asked, his eyes questioning.

"No..." Isabella blushed, caught off guard, and ducked down to continue eating.

"If you like the breakfast, I'll have it prepared this way from now on," after a long pause, Quinn said.

Isabella felt slightly embarrassed. "You don't need to go through all that trouble."

Quinn set his fork down, picked up a tissue, and wiped his mouth. "You're my wife," he said flatly.

"OK then." Isabella didn't refuse him again, as his words made her heart soften.

She was his wife, he was her husband, and they were about to spend the rest of their lives together.

As she enjoyed delicious dessert and warm milk, Isabella thought.

‘Fate isn't that cruel to me after all. Though I've suffered, I'm still given a chance to be happy.’