WIDOW IN MY BED

The reception starts at exactly five o’clock in the afternoon.

After the first dance, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace paid their respects to all the guests. Matt confidently showed Amanda around to introduce her wife to important people who knew her.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“I didn’t know you knew some of the country’s leaders?” Amanda whispered to Matt next to her-in a red dress with rose ornaments showing off her smooth back.

“They bought weapons and military equipment from me because the price was much cheaper,” said Matt, who kept staring at Amanda. “Please don’t feel uncomfortable, honey. Look, your father and brother seem to know those people well.”

“Yeah, I guess. Should we dance again?” Amanda asked Matt, who wouldn’t remove his big hand from his waist.

Matt touched Amanda’s ear and whispered, “I’d rather dance in bed with my wife. The music, my wife’s sighs.”

“Please, focus on this reception, naughty Mr. Wallace,” Amanda whispered back in Matt’s ear so no one could hear-insinuating her husband.

“You don’t want to listen to your husband, Mrs. Wallace? Serving a husband who wants to fuck on a bed is a wife’s obligation, baby.”

“Now, are you talking about husband and wife’s obligations?” Amanda laughed a little because Matt’s serious tone of speech was very adorable. “We must be in this place until the show’s over, sugar.”

Matt squeezed Amanda’s waist slowly. “Evil. I’ll get rusty if I wait a few more hours.”

“Patience. Last week, we did that. You didn’t forget, did you?”

“But this is the first time we’ve done it as husband and wife, dear.” Matt approached Amanda’s body to her and kissed the woman’s cheek.

Matt did it because Prince Asad Haddad Badawi approached their seat.

“Thank you for coming, prince.” Amanda politely greeted Matt, who refused to mince words with his annoying friend.

“You are very beautiful today, miss -I mean, madam. It’s always pretty when in the white building or today.” Asad praised Amanda.

Matt frowned when Asad was about to hug Amanda, looking intently as a warning. It’s a big dislike when the man still hugs Amanda, but Asad must have realized that Matt’s hand was holding his wife’s waist possessively.

“Mr. Wallace,” Asad looked at his friend politely. “May I dance with your beautiful bride?”

Matt objected-of course, Amanda is his wife now. The man’s possessive level suddenly rose a thousandfold after Asad’s arrival.

But Asad is important, and refusing to dance from the honorable Prince is an insult. Amanda was about to say, “of course-”

“No way,” Matt cut it firmly. “I would never let a prince be as vain as you put his hand on my wife.”

Matt can’t bear to have another man touch his wife’s waist, while Amanda will put her hand around Asad’s neck if they dance. Just imagining it makes Matt’s blood boil.

Asad only laughed a little because Matt turned him down resentfully, but he seduced Matt. The mob boss’s feelings for his wife were real and deep.

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For Amanda, who was married, the marriage was not like the happy ending in a fairy tale-the princess and Prince lived happily ever after in their court. It’s not. Marriage is the beginning of everything.

Although Matt loves and treats her well, that doesn’t mean she’s free from arguments between husband and wife.

The road could have been smoother, for they quarreled instead of enjoying the wedding night. It’s more like a misunderstanding.

Starting with jealous Matt, it needs to be clarified what the bouquet and sapphire necklace sent by Prince Asad are. Matt asked Amanda to throw the stuff away, but Amanda said we should honor the guest’s gift. The misunderstanding widened after Matt brought up Amanda’s actions, which almost agreed to Prince Asad’s dance-and the fight was inevitable.

Amanda knew Matt was possessive, but it was too much this time. Amanda explained patiently that any bad thoughts Matt had in his head couldn’t have happened.

Unfortunately, Matt and his ego took over. Amanda’s offended. It’s just like Matt doesn’t trust his wife. Amanda’s not usually like this, and maybe her patience is tired.

The first fight was on the day after becoming a man and wife. Unbelievable!

In fact, during courtship, Matt was never overly jealous, even though he tended to be loud. The man was mature and smart enough to read the situation. Amanda is also okay with Matt’s exaggerated nature, even though she sometimes makes him confused and uncomfortable.

“I promised a few hours before God that I would be your wife-until death do us part, Matt. Why do you think I like Prince Asad, whom I’ve only met twice?”

“Here, you call him ‘prince,’ Amanda! You keep calling him Prince while talking softly, you son of a bitch!”

Matt is jealous of his girlfriend’s getting Valentine’s chocolates from her schoolmates, even though getting Valentine’s chocolates from other guys doesn’t mean cheating.”Should I call you Prince, too? Prince Matthew?” Amanda asked, trying to suppress her ego over Matt’s absurd statement.

Matt raised his eyebrows. “You want to make fun of me?”

“Oh, my God. Whatever, whatever. I’m tired from morning to night of wearing dresses and high heels, greeting guests, and smiling all day,” Amanda raised her hand. I need a break now. Good night.” Amanda’s body was tired from several events and just wanted to sleep.

Amanda kept her stubborn husband sitting on the couch drinking wine. Matt’s a big boy who used to sleep everywhere if he didn’t want to share his bed.

The resort they rented was huge to accommodate Matt’s ego and the man’s anger. Or if Matt doesn’t want to go to sleep and keep being jealous, whatever.

Amanda believes Matt’s anger will last until tomorrow-talking to a jealous person is pointless until she wakes up in the middle of the night with thirst. Amanda looked at her bedside, empty.

Because the lights were turned off and only one minibar light was on in a dark room, Amanda knew the person sitting there was Matt. When the lights were turned on, Matt was shocked, and Amanda saw the man smoking a rough cigarette until the smoke filled the room, no matter how many bars the man had smoked. Matt promised to cut down on cigarettes.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Amanda is worried, but the memory of the argument with Matt remains. Amanda walked over to the fridge to get a bottle of mineral water.

“Later.” Matt’s voice was so small, barely audible.

“Well, that’s it. I’m sleeping. When I’m done smoking, take a break.” Amanda was about to go back to the room, but accidentally, their eyes met, and Amanda saw her husband’s eyes moisten. Then, slowly approach Matt. “You… After crying? Why?”

“Sorry…”

“Because of that?” Amanda confirmed. Touching Matt’s cheek is affectionate.

Matt nodded, wrapped his arms around Amanda’s waist, and stood before her. “I’m jealous too much. I’m sorry.”

“Yes,” Amanda sighed with relief, smiling softly and slowly stroking Matt’s hair. Then why are you crying?”

“Don’t know. But I didn’t cry, just shed a little tears.” Amanda wanted to laugh because Matt was adorable-like a kid who admitted his mistake. “I’m afraid of being left behind.”

“Who’s going to leave you, hm?” Amanda stroked Matt’s hair attentively. Who would have thought a man who looked scary and feared hundreds of his men would act like this?

“You.” Matt’s emotional.

“Hey, look at my sugar. I’m Your wife… Your family now. The family will never leave the family.” Amanda smiled softly. He was convinced that even though Matt was a bit harsh, the man would understand if he explained it affectionately.

“Yes, we’re family now,” Matt said in a deep voice that he didn’t want to argue with.

“Yes. I won’t leave you, sugar.” Amanda is still wiping Matt’s hair, and that guy looks comfortable. “Let’s go to bed now.”

Matt shook, tightening his arms around his wife’s waist.

“Sweetheart…” Amanda sighed, releasing a hug to sit on Matt’s lap and holding her hands around the man’s neck. “I’ve not been angry and won’t leave you. Trust me?”

“Yes. I do, wife.” Matt nodded quickly, caressing his wife’s back. He was very spoiled, like a child.

“Good, my husband.” Amanda looked at Matt, letting her hand touch her husband’s pants. Amanda’s tiny little hands provide seductive slow motion.

Amanda rose from her sitting position to bow slightly. Even though it was awkward because they had been fighting, Amanda’s two hands slowly lowered the pants of her husband’s material.

“Sweetheart, ‘he’ll’ wake up,” Matt said in a husky voice as Amanda fumbled something under his gray underwear.

Amanda’s convinced she’s still in her right mind and can be used properly. But now Matt’s her husband. They’re married. And it’s just she and Matt in this fancy room. Amanda smiled meaningfully, affectionately for her adorable husband. Amanda wants to give a small gift because only she-Matthew Wallace’s wife-can see the weak side of the man.

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