Have I Told You Lately

It was midnight. Rachel Lewis seemed to be dreaming from her sleep, yet...

She startled when she opened her heavy-lidded eyes.

The man who only came back once a week was lying down beside her. Warm, yellow light from the bedside table shone on him. The skin texture of his upper body was sharply contoured and his arms were slender which are aesthetic on sight.

Rachel was stunned.

Why did he come back when today was only Saturday?

She was woken up by the beeping sound of the car downstairs the next day.

She sat up tucked under her blanket and was in a daze for several seconds. There were commotions coming out from the kitchen. She went down her bed, rushed out of her room and saw a lean figure bustling around in the kitchen.

He was wearing a home casual outfit and he looked thin with his slim waist and long legs.

Kenneth Shawn came out of the kitchen after finished making the breakfast. He frowned when he saw Rachel still standing there with her nightgown on. "Go change your clothes."

"Oh, okay." Rachel looked down and her face flushed when she saw herself still wearing the silk nightgown. She quickly rushed back to the bedroom.

Kenneth had already started eating at the dining table after she cleaned up. She sat opposite to him.

The sandwich and fried eggs he made both had attractive appearance and a delightful smell. Rachel ate the eggs with small bites. Both of them did not utter a word and only clinking sounds of forks and knives could be heard on the table.

Rachel had become used to this kind of life.

She carried her plate to the kitchen after she finished the breakfast and gasped when her foot accidentally hit the door as she came out.

Kenneth saw that, he took a plaster from the cupboard and handed it to her.

"Thanks." Rachel knew he used to be indifferent, yet she still felt a bit sour.

Under normal circumstances, husbands would always show their cares and might even kneel down to check the wound when their wives were injured, yet that was not the case for her and Kenneth. They looked like two strangers living under the same roof.

Kenneth did not speak; he took and put his blazer on.

She had to admit that suits were a natural fit for men, especially for those having a slender body like Kenneth. Kenneth looked exceptionally dazzling with his suits on and he projected a high-wattage aura just by standing there.

"Remember to wash the dishes after you finish the meal, don't leave the dishes in the sink." Kenneth had worn his leather shoes when he said it.

Rachel could only hear the clanking sound of the gate before she could response.

Rachel squatted. In contrast to the sourness she felt from Kenneth's action just now, her whole body felt bitter-cold when chillness crept up on her and into her bone marrow little by little.

She knew Kenneth was forced to marry her by her father, not because that he truly loved her.

He even asked her to sign a contract during their marriage which included agreements both before and after marriage.

To list out, the agreements included a requirement to pay for half of the living expense each, forbiddance of having children in these four years and the need to divorce once the four-year period was over... Rachel had signed all of those. She was naïve to think that she could melt his cold heart.

She did not expect that his attitude was still ice-cold after three years had passed and everything she did was to no avail.

He only spoke four times to her in total from last night until now and was extremely cautious even when having sex with her. What a joke to have this kind of marriage.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐