Rossie also gazed at the luxurious bedroom interior, something she had never even dreamed of being able to experience."So this is what a rich person's house looks like. Mr. Evan does have a lot of money, but why is he so arrogant, forcing me to be his wife... even though he is already married to Mrs. Shania?"

"What kind of man is my husband?" Rossie wondered, her thoughts drifting far away to her father, who had just recovered. She was very worried.

"How is my father now? I miss him... I will ask Mr. Evan to let my father stop working as a horse keeper, so I can replace him."

Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Evan stood tall, his muscular, towering body gazing at the starry sky. The clear sky was illuminated by the moonlight, accompanied by a cold breeze that brushed against his handsome face.

A cigarette was tucked between his thick lips, white smoke billowing into the air from his mouth.

"Hmmm...what is Shania trying to do? Is she actually playing a game of tug-of-war with me, why did she put medicine in Rossie's food?"

Evan talked to himself in anxiety, and when the cigarette he was smoking was finished, the man decided to return to his room.

CLICK

The door

"Hmm... the girl is asleep, is she feeling better now?"

"Let me feel her forehead, because earlier she seemed to have a slight fever," Evan whispered as he walked towards the bed.

"Her temperature is normal, well... I hope Dr. Rico did his job well."

Evan then entered the bathroom, intending to clean himself up and change his clothes.

Meanwhile, Rossie opened her eyelids, then her red lips whispered softly.

"Why did he come here again? What is he going to do?"

CLICK

Evan came out of the bathroom, walking calmly and continuing to walk until he got on the bed, laying his sturdy body on the mattress, his usual habit when going to sleep, wearing only short boxer shorts.

Rossie, who knew that Evan was beside her, became restless.

Her heart was pounding, especially since she had narrowed her eyes and caught a glimpse of her husband's muscular abs.

"Oh... what am I going to do? I'm still not used to sharing a bed with a man, even if he is my husband," Rossie monologued, her breathing irregular.

In the silence of the quiet night in the room, a few seconds passed until... a deep baritone voice with a cold tone broke the tense situation.

"I know you're not asleep, so you might as well open your eyes. I have something to talk about," Evan said flatly.

Evan was a sensitive man; he could sense even the slightest movement from the woman sleeping beside him.

DEGG

Rossie was startled by her husband's reprimand. She sighed heavily but still didn't want to turn over and pretended to be asleep.

"What a strange man, how did he know I was pretending to be asleep?" Rossie grumbled to herself.

SRETT

Annoyed that Rossie ignored his words, Evan pulled back the blanket covering his wife's body up to her shoulders.

From the side, he could see her beautiful, voluptuous body. Even though she was only wearing a knee-length nightgown covered with a thin satin robe, Rossie's curves were still clearly visible, especially with the fresh floral scent wafting into his aquiline nose. It was truly tempting.

"Look at me, Ros. I know you're only pretending to be asleep. Now turn around, or I'll strip off all the clothes covering your body," Evan said again firmly.

DEGG

"Damn, he caught me... What does Mr. Evan want? Does he still want to do it now? My body still feels weak," Evan thought to herself.

Reluctantly, the girl slowly turned her body, only to find Evan's gray eyes staring intently at her.

Seeing Evan's gray eyes staring intently at her, Rossie swallowed hard. Now nervousness overwhelmed the girl, not to mention seeing her husband wearing only boxer shorts, making her heart seem to jump out of her chest.

"What do you want, sir?"

"I still don't feel well and my stomach is uncomfortable," Rossie blurted out before Evan could speak.

"You're so talkative."

"I just want to make sure you're feeling better," Evan sighed, roughly wiping his face, his heart trembling with emotion.

Her beautiful face, with her hazel-colored, sleepy eyes, her naturally pink, luscious lips... so tempting... her smooth white skin, her rosy cheeks, Rossie looked very seductive to Evander.

Evan began to touch his forehead to Rossie's forehead, inhaling the fresh scent that emanated from his beautiful wife.

"You are so beautiful when you wake up."

"Learn and get used to my behavior," Evan whispered softly in Bunga's ear, making the girl shiver.

"Hmmffhh...sshh no, not now, sir," Rossie's words were cut off.

There is no need to describe how Rossie's heart was pounding at that moment, a woman who had never once felt the touch of a man.

Especially since this was Evan's "touch," a mature man with high passion.

Evan leaned down further, running his wet tongue over her ripe red lips, sucking... licking, not forgetting to give small bites to the area of her lips that Rossie was trying to close tightly.

"Eughh... sshh... sir."

As Rossie spoke, Evan's tongue broke through, indulging her mouth with the intimacy of Evan's warm tongue dominating.

What had started as a light kiss turned into a demanding and passionate kiss.

Rossie was already trapped in Evan's power, a moan escaping her lips instantly.

"Ssshhh..hmmfhh.."

Evan pulled his face away to give his wife a few seconds to breathe, but only to pause, because the next kiss was even deeper, even more demanding... plus other stimulation.

This time, Evan's strong fingers slowly crept over her twin peaks, rubbing and twisting the pink tips, then pulling and squeezing them firmly but gently.

"Ahhh... shh... sir... don't, stop," Rossie murmured.

Rossie's body couldn't stay still; she moved, sometimes clutching the sheets. The girl was helpless and repeatedly sighed under Evan's embrace, swept away by her handsome husband's caresses.