Chapter 34: The Truth About Imela

Oliver's POV

Flashback to over four years ago

Ela would be so mad if she were to find out I barely concentrated in class because I couldn't get the thought of her out of my head. She wanted me to be the best, and I wanted to be the best for her. She deserved the best.

She didn't get mad often, but when she did, oh boy, what a sight it always was. I have gotten her mad a few times since we have been together, and how hot she got. Yes, I didn't like getting her mad, but mad Ela was a sexy goddess, and only a fool wouldn't want sexy-goddess Ela.

I got myself ready, knowing that lesson revision with Ela would be tonight.

I arrived home and moved to make dinner. I was starving and wanted something to eat. Ela would be hungry, too, and she would get good food prepared by her loving husband.

When she gets mad, she will consider how loving I am and pardon me.

I spent the next hour and thirty minutes in the kitchen making spaghetti, and once I finished, I set the table and showered.

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