Chapter 30: Chapter 30

"Honey," Aaron called while following Helena's footsteps towards the living room. He saw the woman throw her body quite hard on the enormous sofa there. There were lines of irritation on her beautiful face, or perhaps jealousy, which she no longer concealed as before. She was angry, of course. He would react the same way if a man who liked his wife appeared in front of their house. This house was their private area that uninvited guests could not invade.

"May I sit next to you?" he asked, which immediately got a glare from her. She did not answer him. Nor did she show a rejection gesture. So, he thought that she agreed.

He immediately sat down next to his woman. He looked at her lovingly. Then, his hand reached out to touch her face but was quickly pushed away by his wife.

"Don't touch," She hissed sharply. Both her hands crossed in self-defense over the situation. Really, she wanted to explode right now.

"You're angry?" he asked again. Anyone who saw it would instantly know the answer. But it was not him if he didn't make Helena say it with her own lips.

Yes, Helena was angry. She was furious. She did not understand why Beatrice dared to come to their house. Uninvited either. How rude Beatrice was. "No," she lied.

Silence.

But a second later, Aaron broke it. "Liar!"

Helena grunted in disgust. He clearly knew what she was feeling. "If you already know the answer, why were you still asking? You want to see me explode?" she growled.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see he nodded, then said, "Yes. I'd rather see you explode than hold your anger inside your heart. It's not good for health, honey."

She pursed her lips. Her defenses had reached the limit, but her husband could still lecture her like that. And why was he always right? She clearly couldn't deny it. Arguing about something certain to be true would only waste her energy and end in vain.

Finally, she turned her face towards him. She stared at the man coldly. "You really want to see me angry?" she asked, no less cold.

He nodded again. He gave a smile to calm his wife's anger. "Yes. I feel more relieved when you scold me rather than silence me."

She looked at her husband with mixed feelings. She was surprised, angry, annoyed, and resigned simultaneously. According to the man's request, she really wanted to express all her feelings to him. However, the corner of her heart prevented her from doing so. All of this was not his fault. Just like Beatrice's previous behaviors that succeeded in making her inner angry, her husband also never wanted all of these to happen.

Helena took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. She needed more oxygen intake to keep her composure. She couldn't have gone berserk in front of Aaron. There was no point in doing that. She would only embarrass herself. After all, her husband didn't deserve her tantrum.

She looked back at her husband. This time not with a sharp look, but more friendly and showed her need for the man beside her. And without warning, she thrust her body towards him. Her arms wrapped around her husband's stout body with her face buried in his chest. "You're not wrong. So I can't be mad at you," she said softly.

Aaron smiled. His hand stroked the top of her head while the other hand returned the woman's embrace. "I'm sorry, you have to feel this way. But, for now, I have no reason to fire her. In exchange, I will accept all your complaints and annoyances." He kindly said above her head.

She shook her head slowly. Then she turned her head so that one side of her face rested on her husband's chest. "I understand. You don't have to do anything," she said, almost in a whisper. "I won't be angry with you as long as you don't reply to her feelings." There was a hint of a threat in her voice.

"Of course," he said, tightening his embrace on her body. "Isn't it too soon for me to find another woman? We haven't even had sex yet," he joked, breaking the tension between them.

Her hand moved to his waist and pinched it quite hard. "Don't even try that! Or I won't hesitate to file a divorce against you." This time, the threat was real from her lips.

He laughed. Helena's threat didn't sound so scary when his woman resigned herself to being in his arms. But he would comply. In fact, even without being threatened, he would keep the promise he had made. He just needed her to do the same, and he guaranteed their marriage would be lived faithfully. "I'm kidding, dear. So please let go of your hand. After a while, your pinch hurts," he complained, not changing his position at all.

Helena muttered and slowly drifted her hand from his waist. After that, he hugged her husband's body again.

Aaron felt her hands tightly embracing him as if she didn't want to let go of him. He was happy. Only this time, she showed this attitude in front of him. Usually, he was the one who took the initiative to make physical contact with his wife, which often turned into a situation that was very beneficial for him. It was always him who started it, not her. "I just found out that you have this side," he commented.

"What did you mean?"

"You've never hugged me first, especially this tight," he clarified the meaning of his words.

She was silent. Her brain automatically recalled the moments she had spent with Aaron. And yes, she was a passive type who was too shy to take the initiative first, even if it was something she wanted. For example, now. She had wanted to hug him tightly like this for a long time. "Shall I just let it go?" She spoke as if she was offended by her husband's words. Oh, she certainly didn't let him know her hidden desire.

"No," answered Aaron quickly. "I still want to hug you a little longer." He continued.

Helena did not object. She remained silent in the position in his arms and smelled the man's scent. "But I have to start cooking. It's going to be lunchtime soon," she said, which contradicted her current behavior.

"Later. I promise to help you." He rejected her reasons. She should have known that he would not let go of the opportunity to be close to her. She had often tried it, right? And he could always dodge.

"But, I'm hungry." She did not want to give up. Honestly, it was funny how she said that though her body didn't move an inch from him.

"Then we'll just order food from some restaurants."

"Aaron!" she exclaimed. She pretended to be sick at his constant refusal.

"Helena!" He followed the rhythm of her speech. Gradually, he became annoyed with his wife's false excuses, which clearly still wanted to feel his touch. "I know you're enjoying it. So shut up and let me hold you a little longer."

And Helena could no longer argue with him.