All Chapters of MY SCYTHE-WIELDING HUSBAND: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Once they landed and transferred to an eight-door black limousine, Solene had not had the chance to speak with the Lord anymore. The moment he entered the vehicle, the constant ringing of his mobile phone regarding business matters didn’t give Solene an opening to broach the earlier subject. Sure this disappointed her, but expecting she’ll be spending time with him more and more, she decided to bury her inquiry temporarily. Instead, she rerouted her attention to the view past her side of the window, allowing herself to acquaint with the new country she was in. But even with the fresh touristy look of the streets, shops, and the scenic spots they passed by, she couldn’t peel her focus away from the man beside her. His voice reverberated all over the small space, confining her ears to his manly sound. Adding to her dilemma was his scent: a mixture of cologne and something delightfully masculine, teasing her nose to take a deep breath. She certain

The next day, Solene had just left the bathroom from a morning bath when the maid, Patricia, walked in and greeted her. She handed a pocket-sized notebook bound in a coil that was actually placed inside a silver tray and said, “From Master Henri, Milady Solene. He instructed Mrs. Su to give this to you on your second day of stay here, and so here it is.” With a raised brow, Solene took it and opened to check its contents. Flipping the pages, she found that this notebook was a planner. It had names of the months of the year with the month, October and November, particularly stacked with schedules. November was her birth month, while October was their wedding month, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the Rantzen Master had clearly planned all her schedule from today down to the day after her birthday. “This schedule is quite a lot to take in,” was all she said to Patricia. She couldn’t help but inwardly sigh. What

The intensity of Solene’s cheeks blushing could have been compared to a rose petal after she heard Henri’s words. It was a promise all new to her. A promise she was sure he was going to execute without hesitation. It shouldn’t have flustered her that much considering he was her fiancé but still, she couldn’t control herself. A kiss like that meant she’d taste his lips again and God knows how much she enjoyed them to the fullest. Good thing the light inside the limousine was dim and she had the option to keep her face hidden from his view. This way, she was safe from his observing eyes. At least for now. With her heart thudding against her rib cage, she carefully decided to stay silent during the remainder of their ride. Henri didn’t seem bothered by it. He remained contemplatively silent too, but a few minutes later, he received nonstop calls from work effec

Grabbing the back of Solene's head, Henri placed more pressure on their kiss. He gently brushed his tongue along her lower lip and then followed it with a slight suck. This opened up Solene's mouth more, allowing him easier entry. His tongue invaded her again, tasting her, coaxing her own out from its comfort zone. When their first kiss was short and hot, this kiss here was ten times more. It was smoldering and continuous, and judging from the way Henri held her, it wasn't ending anytime soon. Solene, brought by her nerves, stilled for a moment, but with Henri's encouraging movements, she gradually submitted to the heat of their kiss. She angled her head to the side and stuck out her tongue, sparring with his in a passionate duel. Despite technically inexperienced, she didn't feel awkward at all. He was perfect with guiding her. Trying to acquaint herself with his person, she reached up and threaded her fingers along wit

 When Anklet told her she would be trained on how to fight, Solene wasn’t surprised. She assumed it was because of the hostage incident in the wedding boutique that was why Henri ordered it. She couldn’t complain though. Her grandfather had already trained her how to fight in the past. If she didn’t stop those trainings when she reached high school she would have probably become a black belter now. Solene just nodded in understanding and went to the bathroom to take a bath. When she watched her reflection in the mirror, her mouth immediately gaped and a visible blush colored her cheeks. She wasn’t too innocent not to recognize the angry bruise on her neck that looked particularly like a kiss mark. Remembering her moment with Henri, she bit her bottom lip. So this was what he meant by ‘flaunt it however I like.’ She couldn’t do that of course not because she was asham