Chapter 848 She Was A Rib That God Took From Him
Bianca knew that he was most likely joking with her, but she could not help but smile as she gazed into Luke's focused eyes.
She gently rubbed his chin with her tender hands. "Hmph! Stop making fun of me!"
His chin was clean and smooth.
He had shaved his stubble beard while he was in the bathroom earlier. She could smell his unique body scent and the freshness of the shower cream.
Bianca's gaze fell on his hair...
There were several gray hairs among his damp black hair.
Bianca carefully plucked those gray hairs and showed them to him.
She smiled stiffly as she gazed at his handsome face. "This is the second time I found gray hairs on your head, Luke..."
Luke hugged her slender waist and brought her close. He did not mind the gray hairs that much. "That's normal. People of my age should have at least a few gray hairs. Do you think that I'm already old, my wife?"
Bianca kissed his thin lips and rested her head on his chest. "You're not old, and I'm not saying that you are. You should be at the peak of your life."
Luke returned the kiss, but there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes." Sometimes I feel guilty when I'm with you, Bea. I'm a few years older than you, and you're still so young and beautiful. I've brought
you a lot of unwanted pressure. If I'm not your husband, your life would be totally different, and it might be a lot better. I don't think I can ever let you go though. After all, I've waited for you for so long that I thought I'd be alone for the rest of my life..."
Those words were like honey that brought sweetness to Bianca's heart. "If I hadn't met you, I don't think I'd fall in love with anyone else. People don't always fall in love at first sight, Luke. I’m your wife, and you are my husband. I guess we are destined to be together, and we hope that we can continue to love each other mutually."
Luke's slender fingers touched her tender lips, and he gazed at her indulgently. "Tell me honestly, Bea. Do you feel aggrieved being together with me?" His voice was hoarse and sexy.
He might satisfy all her material needs, but he was always busy at work. Sometimes, he would only return home after midnight.
Occasionally, he would come home drunk because of the business dinners he had to attend. His business trips would last for as long as half a month, while she had to stay at home alone.
Luke knew that Bianca was sensitive to emotions, and just like any woman, she would want to be pampered and showered with love. Scarlett, Jim's wife, was a good example. She wanted to cling to him at all times.
If that were what it took to be a husband, he would fail as one. He would fail as a father too.
Bianca almost melted in his warm embrace.
When her fingers intertwined with his, she said very softly, "I hope you won't ever ask me that question again. I've never felt aggrieved when I'm with you. Instead, I think that I'm very lucky. You might be busy with work, but you always make it a point to come home every night, and that's enough for me. When you're not at home, I'll be occupied with my business, and time will pass very quickly when I'm
busy. Whenever you leave early in the morning, I thought that time would pass in a flash, and I get to see you again at night. I'm very happy with you!
"On the other hand, I thought you'd be the aggrieved one for marrying me. You're an outstanding man, and you can marry the daughter of any wealthy or influential family if you want. You should have married someone that matches your status, but instead, you married a woman with an unremarkable background. You’re the one who’s at a disadvantage!"
Luke gently nibbled her earlobe and whispered softly, "I don't need anything other than you, Bea. Sometimes, I think that you're the rib that God has taken from me..."
Bianca gazed into his eyes and smiled mischievously, "Now that you have all your ribs once more, you won't feel any more pain."
Luke smiled sinisterly and pinned her under his body. "I guess I'll have to take extra care of this lost rib of mine!"
Sensing that Luke was getting in the mood once more, Bianca trembled and frantically grabbed Luke's hair. ’..."
Luke grunted softly. 'She's a vicious one. She’s going to scalp me!’
His muscles tensed up, and he punished her in his own unique way...
That night, Bianca was like a small boat in the turbulent sea. Every inch of her body was battered...
Queenie's health had been improving lately, and Jack returned to his work. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
He had been very busy at work. Every day, he would bring Ms. Bosch, his personal secretary, and his other subordinates to survey the communities in various areas of the city.
He was almost constantly traveling. One day, he would be in the slums. The next day, he would be inspecting a waste treatment plant. Sometimes, he would not even find the time to eat.
Fortunately, Ms. Bosch was a good cook.
Otherwise, his elderly body might not be able to withstand the long hours of working and traveling.
Queenie would sometimes tell him jokingly, "You're almost at the age of retirement, Jack, and you shouldn't be working so hard as though you're still young. You're not going to continue another term, so why make yourself suffer?"
Jack was a stubborn man. Once his mind was fixed on something, he would make sure that it was done to the best of his ability.
He replied to his wife like this, "I'm the leader of the provincial government, and I have a lot of responsibilities. As long as I'm in the position, I'll make sure that I'll perform all my duties. I shouldn't leave a mess for my successor. That way, he can take over my job easier, and A City won't descend into chaos just because the leadership has changed."
Queenie knew that she was not going to convince her husband otherwise. She could only let him be and reminded Ms. Bosch to take good care of Jack.
One day, Jack had returned from the vineyard at Sunny Valley. He had been surveying the development of the town, ensuring that the basic infrastructure was maintained and the homestays were in good condition.
When he got back to his office, he received a mysterious delivery...