My Husband And A Lover

Neal didn't like me, yet he still married me.

It was merely to get back at his ex-girlfriend who had left him to pursue her ballet career.

When he was with me, he never bothered to hide his impatience.

In the early days of our marriage, I tried to make him fall for me, but all my efforts were in vain when his ex-girlfriend returned to the country.

Seeing him so happy, I packed my bags, ready to leave without being noticed.

But the next day, he was blocking the entrance to my apartment.

"Leanna, it was you who approached me first. Now you want to just walk away? What do you take me for?"

1

Neal's girlfriend broke up with him.

The reason was simple. His girlfriend, Nancy Palmer, was heading abroad to pursue her ballet career.

And it was the moment before boarding her flight that she sent Neal a text to inform him of it.

Poor Neal rushed to the airport, only to find Nancy had already gone.

It was said that Neal was furious and that on a whim, he asked a friend to find him a potential marriage partner.

Wow, a marriage partner!

So, when I first heard this news from my best friend, I seized the opportunity and knocked on his door.

"Neal, I'm sorry to hear about that."

I pretended to be sad too, trying to comfort him this way.

He looked at me and simply nodded to signal his gratitude.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, I knew he hadn't rested well these past few days. This realization made me feel even more sympathetic and resolute in my decision.

I took a few steps forward, stood in front of him, and, under his curious gaze, held his hand.

"Neal, I heard you're looking for a marriage partner."

His gaze suddenly was filled with complex emotions.

"Why don't you choose me?"

I blushed, slightly lowering my head, resembling a shy girl.

I inwardly praised my acting skills.

"I can manage the household and tackle any challenge, and most importantly, I'm an extremely loving person. So, if I become your wife, I'll definitely take very, very good care of you."

I was like selling myself like an importunate vendor.

And with my earnest self-promotion, Neal forced a smile and reluctantly agreed, "Alright then."

Just like that, I successfully became Neal's wife.

After receiving his promise, I returned to my apartment, so excited that I wanted to throw a party to celebrate it.

Of course, I had to thank Nancy. If it weren't for her departure, I wouldn't have had the chance to get close to Neal, let alone marry him.

The next morning, he drove a flashy car to take me to get our marriage certificate.

A minute later, looking at the marriage certificate in my hands, I suddenly wanted to give Neal a big kiss, though I only dared to imagine it in my mind.

"Shall we go out for dinner tonight?" I eagerly awaited my husband's response.

But all I received was a cold and somewhat impatient reply, "I have plans tonight. Maybe another day."

So, I watched his car drive away. And I had to take a taxi back to my apartment.

Alright then, I would celebrate my get married myself.

2

After my relentlessly bothering him, Neal finally agreed to let me move in with him.

"Neal, we're married, so we should live together. Otherwise, how can we maintain our relationship? I know you haven't fallen for me yet. But you haven't even gotten to know me. So why don't you give us a chance?"

Perhaps he was tired of hearing my endless reasoning, so he reluctantly agreed.

The next day, he drove over to help me move.

In Neal's mind, helping me move was driving me to my apartment building and letting me handle the packing myself.

Watching the man in the driver's seat, cold and motionless, I pursed my lips.

Alright, driving me here was already a big step forward.

I didn't have much stuff. A single suitcase held all my belongings.

He turned to look at my apartment, raising an eyebrow slightly and saying, "Is the security here reliable?"

As an ordinary office worker, my salary not only had to cover the expensive rent but also my daily expenses.

Renting a place near the company was already fortunate enough. What more could I ask for?

However, someone like Neal, who owned enterprises, surely hadn't experienced this kind of life.

After all, he was born with a silver spoon.

"As long as I have a place to stay, it's okay. I'm easy to please and not fussy." I turned and smiled, showing my cute dimples to him.

But the next moment, Neal took me to a high-end mall and bought a bunch of female items.

Cosmetics, skincare products, clothes, bags, shoes, and even some jewelry...

Scenes I had only seen on TV were now a reality for me.

More than that, I was the female lead being pampered by a rich male lead.

Yet, I felt he bought these items not for me but to give vent to his emotions and to make himself feel better.

"Which room should I stay?" Standing in the massive villa with my suitcase, I felt like an outsider.

Neal clearly hadn't thought about this. His cleverness seemed to fail him for a moment.

"How about I stay in your room?" Since we were married, I couldn't accept sleeping in separate beds with him.

Sleeping in separate beds wouldn't help make him fall for me. The saying, couples who shared a bed were more in harmony, didn't come out of nowhere.

Neal quietly looked at me without speaking and led me to the second floor, which showed he agreed with my suggestion.

Watching him carry my suitcase with one hand, I couldn't help but feel admiration for him and praised him to myself. "Wow, he's really handsome."

Just as he brought me to the master bedroom, a phone call took him away.

I understood he was very busy.

"If you need any furniture, just go to the mall and buy it. Here's my supplementary card and the password is six zeroes. No spending limit."

Upon hearing this, I cheekily said, "You're amazing, darling. Love you!"