Married By Mistake novel Chapter 23

LUNA

"Are you tired? Hmm?" I said as I wiped the sweat that appeared on my husband's forehead.

"Me? No. My body is so strong." He laughs while showing me his muscular arms.

It is the general cleaning of our house today. I don't want the maid to bother me just to clean the house. I don't want someone to be ordered to clean up the mess that I did.

"I guess you're tired. You're so sweaty, oh." He took the towel in my hand and wiped the sweat off my neck and forehead. "Your acid will continue."

I threw it with the rag I was holding. "You're crazy."

"You're so crazy." Smilingly he said as his eyebrow went up and down.

My two cheeks got hot. "Anyway, until now I still don't understand how you measured the vital statistics that I don't know."

He wrapped his arms around me. "I'm addicted to you."

"Really?"

His eyes dropped to my lips. "Yes."

His face dropped to mine so I pretend to sneeze on him. He moved away from me and wiped his face. "Just a kiss to energize me."

"Our house is still dusty so let's clean up." I turned my back on him. I was startled when he slapped my butt. I looked at him sharply as I faced him. "You .."

He shrugged. "It was your ass fault, I got attracted."

It was almost lunchtime when the two of us finished cleaning.

"I'm going to take a bath." He said goodbye and removed the outer garment and put it in the basket I was carrying.

I bit my lower lip when I saw his body handsome canvas. "Let's go together?"

He grinned.

"Is that a 'yes?" I said.

"It's a 'no'. Sorry, Baby Luna." He says as he enters the bathroom.

"Who are you and where's the real Dylan?" I said. He laughed softly and closed the bathroom door, leaving me dumbfounded. Maybe he’s not in the mood.

While he was taking a bath, I cooked lunch for the two of us. There is a washing machine so I left my laundry there first.

I rolled my eyes when someone groped my boobs from behind. I stopped mixing the food. "Dylan, are you a breast man?"

"Hmm? Yup, I guess. I like them." He said while feeling the weight of my breast on his hands.

I removed his hand from my chest and faced him. He was wearing a grey v-neck t-shirt and black boxer shorts.

"Quit it, D."

One of its eyebrows moves up and down. "Are you mad at me?"

I laughed softly. "Don't come too close. I'm embarrassed about my smell. Just watch what I'm cooking while I'm taking a bath, ha."