Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“If you’re not eating the other bowl, then I will eat it.” Chu Lui crossed his arms across his chest. Even though it was not a very scrumptious feast, he somehow still liked it.

If the extra bowl on the table was not for him, naturally, it was for her.

Xia Ruoxin opened her mouth, and her dazed look made Chu Lui’s eyes slightly lighten. She actually had moments when she was silly. He thought this woman was not capable of anything else other than to be at loggerheads with him and also making him angry.

He lowered his head, and he suddenly bit her lips. He remembered the taste—it was sweeter than any other women. He had had so many women before, but he liked her lips the most. He couldn’t resist them.

They were amazingly soft and enchantingly sweet.

He finally let go of her, and her hands rested on his chest. Her snow-white face was a deep touch of the red color. Beneath her forbearing strength lies a girl who was, in fact, easily moved.

Just a small gesture from him could make her once dead heart beat again. The influence the man had on her was unnervingly beyond what she expected.

‘What if…’

She lightly shook her head. She did not dare think further, for she was really afraid to continue the thought. That particular outcome was something she could not take.

Suddenly, a hand covered her eyes, blocking all the light to shine on her eyes.

“Let’s stop fighting for a little while. I’m tired today.” Chu Lui’s huge palm covered her eyes, preventing her from seeing the shadows that suddenly appeared in his black eyes.

“Let’s go.” He removed his hand, and for the first time, Chu Lui took her hand and interlocked them. He felt her perspiration on her fingers.

He pursed his lips and decided not to ask.

On the dining table, they split the bowl of porridge, half for her and a half for him. It was an extremely quiet morning. It was the type of morning that would make people feel relaxed, except that after the relaxation might come to another solemness.

Xia Ruoxin occasionally raised her head to look at Chu Lui. She tried to figure him out but to no avail. He was acting really weird that day.

“There’s a banquet I need to attend tonight. You’re coming with me.” Chu Lui took a piece of napkin from the side and wiped his fingers. “I’ll get someone to send the dress over later. You just need to wear it and dress up prettily.”

He stood up and took his briefcase. He commanded, “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

Once finished, he turned around and walked out, not even giving Xia Ruoxin the right to reject him. Yes, she must go. If he wanted her to go, then she had to.

The door closed with a thud, leaving Xia Ruoxin alone in the villa again. She let out a sigh and cleared the dishes, but she did not know what she wanted to do at that moment.

She walked into the bedroom, intentionally avoided looking at the wedding photo on the wall that was constantly reminding her of how her marriage had begun.

It started with her love. It started with his hatred.

She opened one of the drawers at the side and retrieved a notepad and a pen. She sat in front of the window. The hair at her forehead fell softly against her eyes. There was no excessive declaration, just gentle proximity as her entire body exuded a natural quietness.