Chapter 10 Of Course Husband and Wife Should Share A Room


    That said, nca could not help but imagine what Matthew’s teacher might look like already.


    To be the teacher of a young master like Matthew, they had to be exceptional.


    Thinking that her parents might have been upstanding characters, nca felt a surge of pride and


    intermingled shame, growing dubious about why her parents had abandoned her.


    Why didn’t they want her back then?


    That night, nca didn’t need to stay in motels anymore, and went back to Matthew’s private residence


    – a white two-story little mansion.


    nca took an excited tour of the ce and stood before the giant bathroom door, babbling at


    Matthew, “Can I use this bathroom?”


    Matthew nodded. “Sure, but you have to clean up after yourself.”


    “All right, then I’m going to take a bath!”


    nca was leaping with excitement as she took her own toiletries and squirreled in. Locking the door,


    she studied how the jacuzzi worked, then took afortable soak.


    This was the first time nca felt from the bottom of her heart that it was great she’d married Matthew.


    Living in the slums as a child, the water and electricity went out all the time, and bathing was an


    unimaginable luxury.


    Back then, she’d studied those elegant women on TV, sitting in their giant bathtubs, soaking infort,


    and felt an impossible envy.


    Her dream when she was young was to have arge house, and to have a bubble bath inside that


    So now her dream hade true.


    It was just toofortable, and nca drifted off to sleep as she soaked. She felt someone pping


    her face faintly and opened her eyes, seeing Matthew’s chilly features before her.


    He was looking at her impatiently. “I thought you’d died in your sleep.”


    nca shrieked and stood bolt upright from the bathtub.


    But she’d forgotten that, at a time like this, the only way to hide her body was to stay below those white


    bubbles…


    Matthew looked at her soaking wet form and gave a seriousment, “Nice figure. Chest is a bit small,


    though.”


    nca pped her arms over her chest and squatted down in the bathtub, sshing Matthew with


    water. “Get out! Out, out, out!”


    Matthew wiped the droplets of water off his face and suddenly wanted to tease her some more. He kept


    his voice mild as he said, “What part of you have I not seen already? Have you forgottenst night?”


    nca covered her ears, too embarrassed to hear any more.


    After Matthew left, nca didn’t have the mood to stay in the bath. She toweled off and put a gown on.


    Walking out, she recalled the words “chest is a bit small” and couldn’t help but look down, grumbling,


    “They’re not small… you’re just blind.”


    nca left the bathroom, didn’t see Matthew on the first floor, and headed upstairs. “Hey, where am I


    sleeping tonight?”


    Matthew walked out from the bedroom. Seemed he’d already taken a swift shower, put on his own


    gown, and was drying his hair.


    “Here.” He stood in the doorway, letting nca go in.


    nca went into the bedroom and was about to close the door when Matthew went in too.


    “Why aren’t you leaving?”


    “This is my bedroom. Why should I leave?”


    nca looked at Matthew in terror. “What?”


    “We’re married. No way we sleep in separate rooms.”