She often wondered if she really was married to Brandon Heath.
This man, so perfect she couldn’t find a single flaw, truly belonged to her?
And she thought, Brandon Heath really was ridiculously handso.
His face, every feature, seed to conform to her aesthetic perfectly.
It was as if... it was tailored to her preferences.
"Brandon Heath..." Aria Rowlett’s gaze struck an obsessively infatuated tone, seduced by the divine beauty before her.
"Yes?" Brandon Heath lowered his gaze.
"From now on, you’re not allowed to smile at others." Aria Rowlett poked his lip corner authoritatively, "That smile, that’s for alone to see. Understand?"
He was too charming when he smiled.
Even though they lived under the sa roof and shared the sa bed, she was still dazed and confused by his charm.
What about others?
So, she wouldn’t allow him to display such a smile to other won.
Only she was privy to his most enchanting side.
Brandon Heath was taken aback for a mont.
"Did you hear ?" His hesitation made Aria Rowlett even more dissatisfied. She beca more domineering, and even a little unreasonable and annoying, "You can’t smile at other won like that, I want you to promise now."
"Okay." Brandon Heath saw the small woman by his side with an imposing manner, as if he was looking at a small cat showing its claws at him. But it was a cat that was still incredibly adorable even when it had its claws out.
There was an indulgence in his eyes that was beginning to overflow.
Aria Rowlett’s face imdiately broke into a satisfied smile, sowhat triumphantly, "You agreed?"
"Yeah."
"You really won’t smile at other won like that?"
"I won’t."
"No lying."
"I won’t."
In fact, he had done it without her asking.
His smile had always been reserved for her alone.
"Brandon Heath." The man’s cooperation put Aria Rowlett in a great mood. She extended her hand, adorably asking for a hug, "Hug."
Brandon Heath: "...."
"Hug." Aria Rowlett still held out her hand, her voice becoming even more tender, "I want a hug~~"
Next second, she fell into a warm and comfortable embrace as she wished.
There was a pleasant, cold aroma emanating from him. His chest was sturdy and warm, providing a strong sense of security.
Aria Rowlett lay on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.
She rested her head on his solid chest. The muscular waist that she held felt strong and warm.
Sohow... it reminded her of certain affairs...
Ignoring the first ti when his inexperience led to a bit of a subpar performance, the following tis... if she could rate it, out of a full score of one hundred, she could give him ninety.
The remaining ten points were left for future improvents.
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