Chapter 7 Whet Her Temperament

Carol adjusts her clothes in haste when she sees Bill. Looking around vigilantly, she says "Bill, is Mr. Hawk here?"

Bill picks up her handbag and delivers it to her, "Madam, Mr. Hawk is in the car across the road."

Carol takes over her handbag with bad-luck looks on her face, "Why you are here?"

"Mr. Hawk was negotiating a business nearby. We were just on the way to the company when we saw you...fighting with someone." Bill replies.

It is her first fighting. And she has been seen by Kenny.

She doesn't know how to get on the car. She sits close to the door. Although there is some distance between she and Kenny, She can still feel a sense of chilling given out by Kenny.

"Sir, are you going to the company?" Bill asks in the rear view mirror.

"Go home." Kenny says, grinding his teeth.

Even that day Carol and Kenny got married, they did not go back together. But today, they go home together, one after the other.

Kenny walks in front of her, and every step of him seems to be imprinted on her heart. Carol follows him with her head dropped, just like a prisoner to be punished.

Kenny changes his shoes and enters in the room.

Carol takes her time to change her shoes and goes upstairs.

"Stop. Did I allow you to go upstairs?"

Kenny says sternly, and Carol has to stand in the living room. She clenches her hand restlessly in front of her lower abdomen, and raises her head to look at his bottomless eyes, "What do you want to do?"

The coldness in his eyes turns into ice gradually. He thinks that his angry will scare her, but to his surprise, she dares to face his eyes. Carol, once a pride princess, is living under his roof. Nevertheless, her arrogance in the bones is incomprehensible.

He moves his sight on her exposing thigh, "Fighting on the street. Carol, you are really bully."

She adjusts her skirt to cover her thigh, "She hits me first."

Kenny is angrier even more, "She hits you and you hit her? If a dog bites you, do you bite it back?"

She looks away and mutters with unbearable indignation, "Your wife is hit and you talks like an unconcerned person, are you a man?"

He takes one step forward, holding her chin to face his eyes, "What did you say? Say it out loud again."

Carol has a painful inhale.

The five fingerprints on her side face are quite obvious. Kenny, with his eyelid twitching, throws her chin, "Next time you lose, don't come back."

Carol rubs her chin and says, "I see. This is my first fight. I have no experience."

Kenny is speechless.

Kenny suddenly realizes that his wife, who he married for revenge, is not just a vase. Instead, she seems to be quite interesting.

Seeing that he is quiet, she sounds out, "Can I go upstairs now?"

"Go out of my face. Leave me alone."

Kenny says with the least gentleman manner.

Carol turns away. She never feels that he is a gentleman. She has a shower and changes her clothes. After that, Madam calls her downstairs to have dinner.

When she arrives at the dining room, Kenny has already sat at the table. This is the first time they have dinner together after marriage. Carol usually has no appetite for eating alone. With such a nasty person sitting in front of her, she has less appetite now.

Kenny eats with good table manners. Elegance and extravagance are given out from his gestures.

Carol knows that he has changed a lot during the past five years. He stands from nothing to the cloud. In fact, it is hard for some people to change their inherent temperament. He was a milkman, an ordinary person. Even though he is a rich, he might have kept the habits of ordinary people. However, he has no vulgar and ordinary habits, as if he was born with innate elegance, and the previous experience has nothing to do with him.

Carol, totally absent-minded as she was, just finishes half bow of rice, while Kenny has finished the meal. Seeing that Kenny is glaring at her, she hurries to eat and her bow is empty soon.

"Go upstairs. I want company."

His words are simple and straightforward without any reserve.

At the thought of his brutality in sex, her legs tremble by instinct. Especially they had crazy sex last night and there is burning pain on her thigh.

Could she say "no"?

Carol tries to say "no" several times but fails. She bows her head and follows him upstairs, just like a newly-married wife.

The special frosted glass in the bathroom reflects his figure. Although the figure is vague, she can still see his great physical shape.

Several minutes later, he comes out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. The bath towel seems to fall off when he walks.

Some water drops on his body fall into the loosen bath towel through his flat and defined stomach.

She looks away with her blushed face. Kenny reaches out to straight her face, and she simply closes her eyes.

Kenny rubs her cheek with his rough finger pulp. Staring at her face, he cannot find a flaw. Carol is too nervous, or maybe too scared. As a result, there are some small pimples on her ear.

Nervous? Scared?

What he does is to complicate her nervousness and fright.

Kenny leans over to her ear slowly with a commanding tone, "Kiss me."

Carol closes her eyes still, but her eyes lash shivers violently. She clutches the sheets with her hands, and her knuckles are pale with no pink color at all.

Kiss? She does not know how to kiss at all. Kenny took the initiative for the previous two times' intimate contact.

"Don't want to?" He says with a sense of menace.

Considering her identity and her father's medical expense, she has to kiss him with her trembling lips.

His lips are slightly thick with a faint smell of tobacco. She tries to kiss him according to the lesson learnt from previous experience. She hearses his lips with little effort in case she bites him too hard to annoy him.

Kenny finds that he was wrong. He asks her to take the initiate, so as to grind her temperament and to press her dignity. But her kissing without any skills is definitely tormenting him.

The immature and disorganized kiss stimulates the deeper desire of a man even more. Kenny has changed from negative to passive when she has no idea how to do next. He changes the kiss to a real kiss.

After two nights' continuous sex, she, exhausted as she is, falls into a sound sleep.

Kenny tries to go away, but he, with doings of ghosts and gods, reaches out his hand to touch her red face somehow.

New message is alarming on the phone. He clicks to check. A sense of ruthlessness and tyrannicalness spreads like wildfire.