Annelie's POVWhen I came back in the evening, Perry was already asleep.I didn't see Natash·Yael in the living room, so I pushed open the bedroom door. The cold hit me as I walked in.No lights were on in the bedroom, but it wasn't too dark. The heavy outer curtains were left open, and the window was wide open, allowing the northern wind, mixed with dry cold air, to sweep in.It lifted the sheer purple curtains at the window, creating a chilly atmosphere.Sitting on the windowsill, Natash·Yael huddled up, legs pulled close to her body. Her black hair fell like a curtain, hiding her face.In the chilly air, she seemed frozen, like a statue, radiating a loneliness that couldn't help but evoke pity.There was a faint smell of smoke in the room. Natash·Yael smoked, a fact known to very few.The first time I saw her smoke, I was genuinely surprised.In my impression, women who smoked had a certain disreputable air, always carrying a strong worldly scent. Natash·Yael, however, was such a q
Natash's POV I picked up my phone to remind Annelie, but before I could dial, the doorbell rang. I put the phone down and went to open the door, saying, "Forgot the keys." My words got stuck in my throat when I saw the person standing outside. Jaclyn·Dills' face remained somber, no different from the day we parted ways. His thin lips were pressed into a line, and he gave me an unfriendly glance before walking in without ceremony. When he saw Perry running around the room, his face suddenly lit up with a rather forced smile. It seemed a bit awkward and uncomfortable, and his change of expression was so rapid that I found it hard to adapt. "Perry, come, Daddy will hug you. Missed Daddy, haven't you?" Perry's eyes lit up at the sight of Jaclyn·Dills. She toddled over, calling out, "Daddy, Daddy," as she ran. In just a few days, she had learned to say it quite clearly. J aclyn·Dills, frozen for a moment, broke into a big smile. He picked up Perry and lifted her above his head, lett
Natasha's POVI don't know Jaclyn at all. I just instinctively feel a bit resistant to this villa. We've been married for a year, and I spent the cold and distant times here.Most of the sweet moments between us happened in the small apartment in the city, not in a spacious place like this.Deep down, I know it's not about the size of the space; it's about the emptiness in my heart.The house has been renovated, filled with the style I love. I have a preference for things associated with warmth – colors, styles, even seasons.I love spring and summer, and I dislike autumn and winter. It always feels like autumn is desolate, and winter is too cold. Ironically, I fell in love with Jaclyn Dills, a man who exudes a cold demeanor.Jaclyn Dills is the opposite of me. He likes cool tones and prefers things that are simple yet textured. Yet, he married a wife like me, who lacks any sense of texture.It's evident that the house has been renovated for some time, not something done hastily in th
Natash's POVWhen Jaclyn Dills sealed my lips with his, his dominant tongue forcefully invaded my mouth.I realized how quickly I succumbed, without the slightest struggle.I love this man, perhaps for too long, and loving him has become a habit. When he touches me, the long-suppressed palpitations in my heart emerge like spring buds breaking through the soil.Jaclyn Dills' kiss wasn't gentle; it was intense, even harsh, with a punishing undertone.His lips and tongue carried a depth that pressed against my throat, grinding, pressing, pulling.I couldn't resist; since the day we got married, there hasn't been equality in this aspect. If he desires, refusal is not an option.The blouse provided convenience; with a gentle tug from Jaclyn Dills, the buttons fell to the carpeted floor in front of the sofa, unheard.We collapsed onto the sofa, and Jaclyn Dills' lips slid from the corner of my mouth.A wet, desire-laden kiss trailed along my jawline, nibbling, licking, gently and forcefully
Natash's POVIn fact, he did drink a lot, to the point of being extremely intoxicated.Although Jaclyn Dills' gaze remained clear, my mind was already muddled, unable to distinguish the present from any other night.After he got thoroughly drunk, he loved to talk, revealing all those innermost thoughts that were usually kept hidden.However, in all the time I've known him, there have been few occasions when he was truly drunk, and I had the privilege of witnessing his level of intoxication; Morris was the first, and up until now, I was the second.I felt somewhat uneasy under his gaze, and my entire body seemed to be covered in goosebumps.His eyes were fixed on me, and after a moment, they suddenly changed, appearing clear but increasingly tender.That tenderness, I thought, could drip like water.I had never seen Jaclyn Dills like this before, and I couldn't quite grasp it. I reached out to pull his arm, advising, "It's cold outside, and it's snowing. Let's go in."My hand didn't bu
Natash's POV When I opened my eyes, the room was still somewhat dark, even darker than the night before. I turned my head slightly, and the thick curtains in the bedroom were tightly closed. It was only when I moved a bit that I realized my whole body felt as if it had been run over by a truck, sore and aching. Certain areas still had a tingling pain, but it was refreshing. The memories of our entanglement last night were filled with sweat, and in that sticky dampness, desires had flourished. Now fully awake, I suddenly felt foolish, as if all my convictions had been abandoned in an instant just because of Jaclyn Dills' "I love you." Yet, looking back, that declaration seemed vague, especially coming from a man immersed in passion and heavily intoxicated. Despite the all-encompassing soreness, the several moments of madness from last night were undeniably filled with ultimate pleasure. Thinking about it, every fiber of my being seemed to involuntarily twitch. I closed my eyes,
Natasha's POVI naturally had no idea that Jaclyn Dills had such a mindset.Now, I truly feel like I've been through the wringer, unable to move a single strand of hair as Jaclyn Dills bathes me, wipes my body, and casually massages and applies oil.He helps me into a bathrobe and dries my hair.I let Jaclyn Dills handle the entire process, behaving exceptionally well. It's as if I've suddenly gained enlightenment, and Jaclyn Dills takes care of me effortlessly.He tidies me up, carries me downstairs, places me in a chair in the dining room, serves breakfast in front of me, and then sits beside me, eagerly watching me eat. It really startles me.To be precise, this is no longer breakfast; I glance at the antique clock in the living room corner, and it's already past ten.What embarrasses me is that I remember we started our activities from the living room last night, and it was so intense – floor-to-ceiling windows, carpets, stairs. It shouldn't be so organized and neat now.The house
Jaclyn's POVI furrowed my brow lightly, "Go back to work?"I'm quite traditional, especially now, when I'm absolutely enamored with my Natash. If my Luna starts working, coming home won't be the same as the past two years. However, I'm not foolish.After two years, my Luna has developed a bit of a temper. It's not like before when she would do whatever I said.Truth be told, it's more about me being soft-hearted. I can't bear to see my Luna unhappy, and outright rejecting her is something I find hard to do.But agreeing goes against my principles. After a moment of consideration, I said, "What kind of job are you looking for?"I know Natash studied business at university, and her business program is quite renowned. My Luna's educational background is something to be proud of, but I can't help but worry.Natash, with her gentle personality, might be easily taken advantage of in the business world.Just recently, during that dinner we attended, it was clear that her boss treated Natash