Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

No longer a nobody

I could never find the right words to express how amazing it felt to wake up in Aren’s embrace. It was sensual and hot beyond limits. I was on edge the entire night, and so was he. The skin of our bodies was hyper-sensitive, making the slightest touch a turn-on. The only reason why we fell asleep was most likely due to overpowering our senses. Putting restraints on our mutual desires was an insanely difficult thing to do…

I didn’t want to hurt Aren’s pride, so I would never say it aloud, but I knew what it meant to have sex with him and how energy-consuming it was. As insane as it sounded, I knew that he was willing to sacrifice his health just to satisfy me, as if he had been neglecting his husband’s duty while in a coma, and he wanted to make it up for me. I knew that inwardly he was aware that he hadn’t fully regained his strength yet, but he would never have admitted it. He forced me to make it more my problem than his, but I was willing to since I was doing it for him.

Unfortunately, he kept challenging my determination… We were lying like two spoons, with my back tightly pressed against Aren’s firm chest. He held one hand under my neck, curling his fingers to caress my shoulder while his other hand lay on my waist.

“You lost weight,” he murmured, his fingers blindly roaming across the skin of my stomach.

I sealed my lips as the sensation of his touch enticed my arousal, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I took a deep breath, ignoring how he made me feel. “Well… I was busy while you were sleeping.” “I made you worry,” he whispered, kissing the back of my head.

“You made me miss you like crazy,” I said, placing my hand on top of his.

“So you were spending your days either worrying about me or working because of me.” He brushed my hair away and kissed the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I could barely concentrate on talking, yet I wasn’t going to surrender. “I was also training with Chris and Jack,” I said, “Chris was teaching me how to fight, and Jack showed me how to shoot.

He tensed up. A heartbeat later, I was on my back, and he was over me, pinning my hands down to the bed. “Chris was teaching you how to fight?” he asked, his tone sharp and dangerous

“Well, yes,” I replied with a frown. “Is that a problem?”

“Of course, it is!” he exclaimed.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling slightly amused by his sudden agitation. “I also practiced shooting with Jack, and yet you mentioned only Chris. Mind explaining to me why is it a problem that I’m trying to learn how to fight, but you don’t seem to be worried that I’m learning how to shoot someone?”

contact when you learn how to shoot,”

out into

touching you, and if it’s some handsome guy, that makes the case even worse,”

my lips. “I like you when you’re jealous, but you don’t need to.

man I can think

smile on

***

start solving our problems. I decided to delay telling Aren about Lanfen and that night at Crawford’s clinic.

Over thirty reporters stood there, waiting for us to arrive. Aren grabbed my hand.

We have nothing to hide. Let’s do this,” I said,

group of bodyguards gathered around the car, securing our way to the door. Aren smirked and got out first, causing an immediate burst of commotion. Then he turned toward me, offering his hand so I could leave the car gracefully. I held my breath, stepping out. I knew that I was nervous enough to lose

meaningless words as they all shouted at once. I glanced at Aren, but he seemed to ignore all of them, taking his time as he smiled at me, brushed my hair off my face, and gently kissed my cheek. He acted as if the commotion around us didn’t exist, making me turn my entire focus solely onto him. Suddenly, the uproar softened, and the questions became

the reporters called out, “Mr. Lan, are you planning

glanced at me with a smirk before turning to the reporter. “No, I would never do that

he

pulled me close. “I would never allow her to overwork

with a frown on my face. He sounded as if I couldn’t handle working in one of the

you think it’s a little chauvinistic to say?”

executive in my company, but I want her

a few issues, and it felt as if a few female

you want to turn Mrs.

my forehead. “Not at all. I want her to do

computer programmer and a true genius, and I will support her in everything… as