A Husband For Killer Mom

She could barely hold back her curiosity because, according to typical human reasoning, Richard would not be able to get Ling Meng out of Master Yu’s clutches.

Previously when Anxia was curious, she would search for answers through torture to force her target to give a satisfactory answer.

This was the first time she had to beg and plead like a child who sulked if he didn’t comply to get an answer to satisfy her curiosity.

As soon as they finished showering and changing into clean clothes, Anxia immediately looked for Richard in his room.

However, her time wasn’t right... or maybe too perfect that she came right after Richard had just finished taking a shower. He went out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his lower body.

As soon as she saw the muscles and yummy six-packs on her husband’s stomach, Anxia beamed in delight, and her face was hot. She was sure that steam was coming out of her head. Unfortunately, she could not take her eyes off her husband’s broad chest and masculine muscles.

On top of that, the man had just washed his hair, and his hair wasn’t completely dry, so water dripped down, following the path of the man’s muscles, making Anxia swallow nervously.

Oh, my gosh! How could someone be as sexy as this and that too... Richard is her husband!?

.....

Weird. Anxia envied the water. How she wished to be that drop of water. She wanted to dance her fingers and feel the man’s stout muscles. Good grief! She didn’t even know her husband was this hot!

If Anxia didn’t have extraordinarily good self-control, her nose might get a nosebleed, and her mouth would be watering.

Because of the focus of her attention on her husband’s masculine and sexy body, she was completely unaware that the same man was examining her expression with a crooked smile.

“Like what you see?”

As if someone forced her sanity back into her mind, Anxia gasped and immediately turned around, eliminating the beautiful look from her eyes. There was a slight regret as she still felt hunger for Richard’s jelly leg-maker body. Without answering Richard’s question, who must have intended to play a trick on her, Anxia immediately walked away, turning towards the exit.

She would ask about Ling Meng later tonight. She better get out of this lion’s den before predators like Richard pounce on her alive.

Anxia pushed the door that was so high that it reached the ceiling of this room, but strangely this door didn’t move at all. Anxia felt like she was pushing against a solid wall when previously she could easily open this door.

Was this door suddenly locked? But how can it be locked without her knowledge, and how to unlock it?

The door had two tall porticoes and only a cylindrical handle right in the middle of the door. No keyhole or machine requires a fingerprint to open the door.

Then how did she open this door? She couldn’t help but wonder without knowing Richard was approaching her.

Anxia was still remembering how she had come inside when her nose smelled the delicious scent of soap, and a hand passed by the side of her head and leaned comfortably against the door.

Anxia gulped nervously, realizing that her husband was standing behind her. Had the man put his clothes on? Or is he still shirtless showing his abs muscles?

She had the urge to turn around, but she had a pride she had to keep and control herself.

This was the first time Anxia felt afraid to face someone. She didn’t know why a man named Richard, now her husband, could make her so helpless that she was at her wit’s end to attack this man.

Anxia felt like she lived in a crocodile’s mouth when she was under Master Yu’s control. After successfully escaping from the reptile’s mouth and having her freedom for four years, she instead found herself entering a lion’s den.

The strangest part was that her heart was begging her to stay in this lion’s den instead of running away.

But...

Still...

Anxia wanted to give her fragile heart a break and get out of this room quickly. She still wasn’t ready to accept her feeling’s true colors.

“Xia Xia,”

Anxia shuddered when she heard her name being called in a whisper right in front of her earlobe.

Ugh! Couldn’t this man call her normally?

“You can touch me if you want.”

Anxia had the urge to beat her husband again, but she really wanted to touch those perfect muscles... err, no. She didn’t want to feel him even though the six-packs that adorned his husband’s belly looked so tempting.

Ehem... Ehem... Anxia, ??focus! Don’t fall for this crazy man’s deadly temptations! Anxia rebuked herself and refocused on her main purpose for coming here.

“I came here because I wanted to hear your explanation.” Anxia pressed herself against the door even more as Richard pressed his front against her back.

“Not because you want to see me bathe?”

NO!!! How shameless this man could be! Of course, Anxia didn’t let her mockery protest out loud because she didn’t want to give the man reasons to pressure her even more.

“Of course not. You still owe me an explanation.” Anxia answered him in the gentlest, most polite tone possible. She was sure she had never spoken this softly to her interlocutor.

Anxia had hoped that Richard would grow tired of provoking her emotions, but he, as usual, never granted her wish. Instead, Richard heard his wife’s soft notes as sweet melodies and wanted to hear more of them.

“Are you sure you don’t want to touch me?”

Anxia cursed him inwardly. Miraculously, Anxia was still able to be patient and answer her husband’s shameless questions.

“I am very sure.”

“Then let me touch you.”

What???

Anxia’s brain suddenly stopped working as if a blizzard suddenly came to freeze her brain when she felt Richard’s two hands encircling her stomach and moving up so sensually.