Chapter 190 Happy Wife, Happy Life

• Leah’s breathing hitched as she looked at her husband with an anticipatory gaze. His hair was slightly disheveled, and the casual clothes made him look younger. But the way he was staring at her—with raw desire and need—let a boyish vulnerability peek through his otherwise hard, masculine features.
• God, her heart melted. She was already hopelessly smitten with this handsome man, and the fact that he was hers made it nearly impossible to stay angry with him. Even when he took her for granted, even when he switched moods at his convenience—sometimes distant, sometimes charmingly sweet—she couldn’t resist him.
• Her breath grew shallow as she felt his fingers slowly trail along her thigh, circling with deliberate intent before gently parting her legs. And when he slid his fingers between her legs, his jaw clenched sharply, a hiss escaping through his parted lips as he found her already soaked—hot and ready for him.