Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 307

Though I might be a little drunk and massively pissed off, I recognise my favourite place.

He lowers me to bed and a few moments later, he’s laying the full length of my back and pulling me into his chest.

“My babe..” he whispers in my ear.

“Hmm….yes,” I answer in half asleep.

“Do you know that you have made me crazy, lady?” He asks.

“Crazy what? Tsk… In love?” I mumble sleepily.

Then I feel him squeeze me closer to him.

“Exactly too!” He declares.

“I love you.” He says.

I feel him shift on the bed and then lean back, taking me with him.

Well, at least he’s talking to me enough to look after me in my pitiful state.

What sort of person getting get reprimand lovemaking after going out and getting drunk herself?

And when she’s pregnant, not that her husband not aware of it.

What sort of person torments her crazily possessive husband he has by shoving her tongue down another man’s throat in front of her madly husband?

The same sort of person who hides the love of his wife safety medicine as he to tried and get his wife pregnant on his sly plan.

For sure, we’re made for each other eternally.

“I’m sorry-ish,” I say quietly.

He kisses my hair.

“Me too. My love,” He’s brave.

And I must look and smell shocking. Hangover aroma can’t be the most pleasant wake-up call, especially for a recovering the sober.

I lay in a sorry heap across him, drifting in and out of sleep and in and out of thought.

“What are you thinking?” he asks quietly, almost apprehensively.

“I’m thinking we can’t go on like this,” I answer honestly.

“And it’s not good for your mental health.” I leave out the fact that it’s not good for me either.

He sighs.

“I don’t care about me. But only you,” he declared his love toward me.

“So what are we going to do then?” I press.

He’s silent for a few moments, and then he shifts me onto my back and nudges my thighs apart to cradle himself between them. He takes a deep breath and drops his forehead to my chest.

“Babe. I don’t know how, but I do know how much I love you.” He says.

I sag and look up at the ceiling. I know that as well but the saying love conquers all is being tested to its limit here.

He plays the love card every time like it’s an acceptable excuse for his neurotic ways.

“Hm. Why did you do it?” I ask as I don’t have to elaborate further.

And he knows what I’m referring to. He looks up at me, his frown line crawling across his forehead.

“Because I love you, my wife,” he says defensively.

“Everything is because I love you so much than my life is,” He declares firmly.

“But you just treat me like A f**king trash, and gave a reprimand me in the toilet at the bar, with no words, and then walk out to go and get another woman in your arms? Did you do that because you love me?” I ask.

“That I was trying to prove a point,” he argues quietly.

“And watch your words to my lady,” He reminded.

“Ops. Sorry. Do you know that you were trying to be a wanker?” I shift slightly under him, and he looks up at me anxiously.

“And I want a shower. So uncomfortable her,” I complain at him.

He searches my eyes but eventually rolls off to let me up. So I drag myself from the bed and into the bathroom, closing the door behind me before brushing my teeth and getting in the shower. And I feel completely deflated and just want to crawl back into bed and forget about everything, but my racing mind is venturing into the frightening territory, making my headache further.

After I’ve not seen him for almost a week after our last encountered at the clinic. And I’m trying my hardest not to venture there, but I really can’t help it, especially in light of his last disappearing act.

I jump when I feel his hand slide around my stomach and his lips rest on my shoulder.

“Let me help, wifey,” he whispers, taking the sponge and turning me around.

He kneels in front of me and takes my foot, resting it on his thigh, before starting to sweep the soapy sponge up my leg.

His frown line is nowhere to be seen. He looks content, peaceful and relaxed, just how I like him to be, and it’s because he’s looking after me again.

“Where have you been after our last encounter?” I ask as I watch him closely.

He doesn’t tense or flicks me cautious eyes, he just continues slowly washing me as the water beats down around us.

“In a real hell,” he answers softly.

“You did leave me, babe,” He doesn’t look at me, and he’s not using an accusing tone, but I know he’s pointing out that I broke my promise.

“Where were that hell was?” I push, dropping my foot back to the shower floor and lifting my other when he taps my ankle.

“I was trying to give you space. I realise when I am with you, and I wish I could stop myself, I do. But I can’t.” He said.

He still hasn’t answered me. I know all of that.

“Say the truth babe,” I pressed him to answer.

“Following you. Everywhere…” he whispers.

“For the whole two weeks, you meant?” I blurt.

He looks up at me and stops with the sponge sweeps.

“Erm… Yes. My only comfort was seeing how lost you were, too without me,” He reaches up and takes my hand, pulling me down to him so I’m kneeling, too, mirroring him.

He pushes my wet hair from my face and leans in to softly kiss my lips.

“Wei Lin. We’re not as a conventional as the other husband and wife. But we’re special husband and wife. What we have made us special is that you only belong to me, and I only belong to you. ETERNITY. It just is. It’s not natural for us to be apart, an event on the other life. We will always be made for each other for an eternity lifetime. My wife only,” He says.

“But as we drive each other crazy. It’s not healthy though,” I say,

“Though it’s not healthy that would really happen if you are not in my life with me,” He encourages me up onto his lap and links my arms around his neck before circling my waist with his big hands.

“Remember. This is where you’re supposed to be in,” He squeezes my waist to re-enforce his point.

“Right here only, always with me. Don’t ever kiss another man again, Wei Lin. If not they’ll be killed by me for many lifetimes coming,” He declares his authority belonging firmly.

Then I realise my stupidity at the bar. Slowly, I reach up and caress his jaw.

Good things there are no bruising or marks on his. If not I will be shitting feel guilty and hurt seeing his bruises.

“And you need to stop with the crazy shit too, hubby,” My anger has completely disintegrated, and I know why.

It’s because of how much I know he loves me, but does that excuse his behaviour?

He seems to snap straight out of self-destruction mode as soon as he has hold of me and I’m doing as I’m told. And I can’t pretend that he doesn’t frustrate me, stress me out or make me wonder sometimes what the hell I’m setting myself up for, but this side of him, the incredible loving affection, the doting side of his way, even it almost supersedes all of his confusing, neurotic ways, which swiftly reminds me that I’m still pregnant here with our baby.

He really seriously wanted us to have a baby but now Yes. I’m pregnant with his child but didn’t know it yet as I hide from his last time at our encounters in the clinic.

He clenches my cheeks and pushes his lips to mine.

“And you to wife. Please, you need to stop with the defiant shit too. If not I will get a freaking crazy mad otherwise,” He’s grinning around my lips.

“Alright. I’ll take note on the take,” I soak him right up, there in the soaking shower.

He looks into my eyes, taking my words into his deep eyes.

Dear Husband,

��I want to be your motivation, inspiration, and everything in between.

I want to be the reason for your smile, the one who turns your frown upside down.

I want to be the one you look up to and admire and the one you desire.

The voice in your heart, not your ear, telling you everything that you need, not want to hear.

I want to mean enough to you to be your solution to all life’s ups and downs.

I want you to need me every morning when you wake up, during the day when you have had enough.

I want to feel your excitement to kiss me goodnight after your day has been so rough.

I need and want all these things from you because you’re the only one who gets me through.

I love you more and more each day; it’s true.

You have blessed me with a beautiful life, made together by both of us.

I need all these things from you because my most treasured title is your needed wife that reserved only for you my freaking neurotic husband.”