My Contract Husband Won't Behave - Chapter 56
Bo Jiusi’s words were unpleasant, but his actions satisfied Nie Jingzhi. He offered no emotional reassurance, yet always kept his promises.
For example, sleeping beside her.
Away from home, she felt lonely and unsettled too. Sleeping beside an extraordinarily handsome, well-built man made her rest much easier. Opening her eyes to his beautiful face was another way of pleasing herself, wasn’t it?
An adult woman’s mind could not contain only knowledge. Sometimes she also needed to feast her eyes on something good.
Aside from his inability to give love, everything about Bo Jiusi was excellent—including his precision with time.
She felt she had only just fallen asleep when he woke her. The bastard had counted exactly one hour, not a minute more or less.
Grumpy after waking, she snapped, “Do you calculate everything in your life this precisely?”
“The restaurant downstairs closes at nine-thirty. It’s nine now.”
His deep, magnetic voice eliminated half her anger. Sitting up, she rubbed her aching forehead. “Is that the only restaurant downstairs?”
“It’s the one reserved.”
Speechless, she leaned against the headboard with closed eyes. “With all of Master Jiu’s influence, keeping one hotel restaurant open shouldn’t be difficult. Someone would work for triple overtime pay.”
He stared at her. “Get up.”
His bossy command annoyed her. “Carry me, and I will.”
Not wanting to waste time, he swept her up.
She had not expected him to do it so naturally. Looping her arms around his naked neck, she asked, “The bathroom?”
Seeing the discarded dress, she added, “I don’t want to wear the old one.”
He carried her into the bathroom and set her down. “Wash. I’ll have something delivered.”
He left and closed the door.
In the mirror, she found not one red mark on her body. Was he simply that considerate in bed, or did he not want to leave traces? She did not dwell on it. She had always cared only whether she felt good.
Warm water washed away her exhaustion.
Hearing the shower, Bo Jiusi called reception. “Send up a dress.”
“What style, Mr. Bo?”
He looked at her flamboyant red dress on the floor. “Plain. An ordinary design.”
“Size?”
“Waist fifty-eight centimeters, hips ninety, length seventy-five.”
The receptionist paused, then laughed. “You know your wife very well.”
He ignored that. “Quickly.”
When Nie Jingzhi emerged wrapped in a towel, he sat on the sofa with his usual elegant composure, turning the ring on his finger. A bag from a familiar brand rested beside him.
Instead of taking it, she bent before him. “Sitting here, not on your phone or doing anything else—what are you thinking about?”
He lifted his face, his lips accidentally brushing her cheek. Catching his fleeting surprise, her fox eyes curved.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “That didn’t count. Want to kiss properly?”
Water beaded her white shoulders, and her cheeks glowed pink. Smelling her fragrance, he pulled down her arms. “Stop. Dress.”
“All right.”
She straightened and untied the robe. It fell around her ankles.
His eyes instantly deepened. After staring for two seconds, he inhaled. “Put it on.”
Smiling, she leisurely dressed before him. The plain white bohemian gown had slender ties at the waist and an airy skirt, making her look ethereal.
“A floral hat would complete it.” She admired herself in the mirror.
“A hat at night?” He came up behind her, his reflection completely enveloping hers as if he were deliberately framing himself in the mirror with her.
“Princesses wear crowns. Fairies wear flowers. Didn’t you know?”
He scoffed. “You think you’re a fairy?”
She twirled her skirt. “Isn’t it pretty?”
Her eyes held only appreciation of her own beauty, not him.
He looked away without expression. “No.” Then he left as though entirely uninterested.
She pouted. A woman dressed up for the one who appreciated her—but why should his opinion matter? She thought she looked good, and that was enough.
Cheerful again, she followed him.
***
The restaurant stood on the beach, where the sea breeze felt wonderful.
“This is what you booked? A candlelight dinner by the sea?”
Discomfort crossed his face. “Feng Wu booked it. I didn’t know.”
She suppressed a laugh. Why explain?
“If you don’t want it, we’ll leave.” Seeing her teasing smile, he turned away with a dark face.
“Who said that?” She sat. “I’ve never had a candlelight dinner with anyone before. Looks like I’ve given that first to you.”
She glanced at him. His back stiffened. After a long moment, he returned and sat.
“What do you want?” she asked over the menu.
“Order for yourself.”
Then she would not restrain herself. She chose expensive dishes not because of price, but because they looked appetizing.
“That’s all.”
The server kindly warned, “Eight dishes may be too much for two people.”
“Thank you, but I want to taste each one.”
She looked at Bo Jiusi.
“Are they all safe during pregnancy?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Go ahead and prepare them.” He closed the menu.
Supporting her chin, she admired him. “My husband is so handsome.”
His throat went dry. He raised his water.
“The baby turns exactly three months today,” she said abruptly. “Shall we try doing it tonight?”
“Pfft—cough!”
He choked on the water.
