Be Decent, My Hubby!

A heavy headache struck her.

Joanna Kelly tried to move slightly only to find her neck was more painful and her body was weak and aching.

She opened her eyes and found a crystal chandelier glittering brightly above in the white carved ceiling.

Then she looked around the luxury room and the large bed.

She was in a hotel.

Joanna eased herself and remembered everything.

"Joanna, I've been waiting for you to come back. Marry me!"

"Stay with me tonight." That whisper was full of affection and temptation.

Owen Howard and she would become a couple at last.

Surprised and astonished as she was that Owen was waiting for her and proposed once she came back after three years.

Suddenly the sound came when the door of the bathroom was opened. Joanna was blushed and felt her face burning, "Owe--" Owen.

She did not utter out that name before she was stunned by the man in front of her.

A tall and slim man walking out of the bathroom, with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his wheatish firm upper body naked. That face was clearly defined out. And he looked at her with one corner of his mouth curved up while the lights in his eyes were dimmed. The expression on his face was more than a smile.

-It was not Owen Howard at all!

Then who was he?!

Joanna rose from the bed quickly, leaving no consideration of her weak and aching body, dragged the quilt that slipped from her shoulder, and moved towards the corner of the bed.

"Who are you?" Joanna was so frightened that her voice sounded different from the usual.

That man walked casually towards her.

"That's the question that I am supposed to ask you."

He sat down on the bad directly, which made Joanna move backward to the corner and almost fell from the bed.

Had she worn any clothes, she would have run and left the room immediately.

"Who are you? And why are you on my bed?"

He got close to her and there was a hidden warning in his smiling eyes.

His bed?

She stayed with Owen last night and drank a lot of wine with him because she was so happy with that proposal.

After that, Owen asked her to stay with him and she agreed in a daze.

Then why she woke up in someone else's bed?

"I..."

Joanna did not know what she could say.

She could not remember what happened last night after she got drunk, let alone why she was in his bed.

That man suddenly got even closer to her and held her chin with his slender yet powerful fingers.

A sarcastic expression appeared in his face, "Let me say it for you, are you here trying to take a bite of me?"

"..." Took a bite of him?

How could she do that when she had no idea who he was?

"Boom! Boom--"

There was an extremely loud sound came from the door. Someone was bashing on the door instead of knocking.

"You still want to deny it?" That man held her chin even more tightly with a look that he knew everything, "You called people to come here and catch us in the spot. What do you want? Money? Or you want me to marry you?"

Money? Marriage?

What was that?

"No, there must be an explanation for all this..." Joanna tried to calm herself down and explained.

When she finished her words, the door was opened to another loud sound.

"Ah!"

She shouted out of surprise, got rid of his hand, and hid under the quilt before anyone strode in the room.

She could not imagine what would happen between Owen and her if they saw her in someone else's bed.

The sound of heavy steps came, followed by a series of crazy clicks of taking photos.

"Tim, I was curious before why you didn't go to the company or return to the Howards. Now I know your secret. You got an Eden outside! May I know which lady is honored to have your attention?"

Tim?

A Howard?

The woman under the quilt suddenly stiffed.

If Joanna didn't get it wrong, that Tim who slept with her was exactly the youngest child of Old Master Howard, the uncle that Owen usually mentioned. That was to say, he was Tim Howard.

It was said that Tim Howard was brought up overseas because he had a bad character and lacked discipline. He had once escaped from the army and had even become a member of the mafia. In short, he never became a good man. The Old Master Howard could not bear Tim's lifestyle anymore and made Tim responsible for the family overseas businesses. As a result, those companies all went to bankruptcy.

All in all, Tim was a total playboy who had a bad reputation.

Nobody knew why Howard Family should have such a member.

OMG!

How could she sleep in this man's bed?

And this man was her fiancé's uncle...

Joanna was so shocked at this fact and only wished she could stifle herself under the quilt...

Someone happened to add then, "Yes, can we know who that girl is?"

People's attention now focused on her. Joanna grabbed the quilt even more tightly and the only thought that struck her was that: she would not want anybody to know her identity!

Tim glanced at the woman who hid under the quilt as if she were an ostrich. And the corner of his mouth curved even higher.

At the door, there were many "reporters" with different cameras staring into the room with a bold expression showing that there were here on purpose.

"What? Should I report to you about which girl I slept with?"

That disdainful and casual voice sounded slow and calm although it was full of warning and threats.

"I ..."

That man who asked just now added unwillingly, "We are just a little curious about that girl..."

"Get out!"

Without any signs, Tim shouted, which made Joanna shiver under the quilt.

Tim Howard was exactly the man who was proud as well as wild, bossy, rude, and unreasonable.

Joanna had no idea what happened outside. It seemed that Tim called someone and after a period of noise, the room quietened again.

Gone were people's voices as well as clicks of the cameras.

Joanna waited for a while before she dared to look outside from a small gap. And she examined the outside several times and made sure that those reporters were gone. She jumped out of the bed and rushed to pick up her clothes on the ground.

And a pair of slender legs appeared in front of her.

"I was drunk yesterday and entered the wrong room...I want nothing. I don't want you to give me money or marry me... and I am not here to take a bite of you..." Joanna explained incoherently.

Only God above would know how blank her brain was now. The man in front of her was more than Tim! He was also the uncle of Owen!

And she should sleep with him...

Joanna only wished she had dug a hole and buried herself in it.

"It was an accident last night. We, we should forget that..."

There shouldn't be another person to know it!

"Well."

Joanna heard his sneer.

"Do you mean that? I've seen a lot of women playing cats and mouse." Tim bent down to look at her, with evil and impetuous intentions on his handsome and elegant face.

"You are smart enough. But your physical condition..." He glanced at her breasts disdainfully, "It is awful."

Joanna covered her breasts unconsciously hearing his words.

Satyr!

But Joanna struggled to calm down and thought she'd better leave this place as she could not bear the consequence of annoying Tim.

She made up her mind and held out her hand to show him the diamond ring on her hand which was given by Owen.

"It is a misunderstanding. Look, I am married..." She put on a sincere look as she said so.

And when he was looking at the ring, Joanna suddenly picked up her clothes from the ground and rushed to the bathroom nearby.

Tim smiled when he saw that quilt escaping into the bathroom.

A tall and strong figure came in the room after knocking twice in the door.

"Tim, I've checked it-You said right!"

Tim had gone before Joanna changed her clothes and came out of the bathroom.

The bed was in a mess which indicated what happened last night. On the bedstand was a piece of paper. It was a check.

He seemed to regard her as an ill-intentioned woman and chose to give her money.

However, Joanna was not in the mood to think about that and the only thing she wanted was to leave there as quickly as possible.

She slipped out of the room and stopped before several steps. And she looked at the door numbers above which wrote: 2608.

It was exactly where Owen proposed to her and where she slept. But she...

She plucked her courage and was about to knock at the door when she heard people talking inside.

"Owen, there is no need to worry about it. Although those reporters didn't succeed, it is a fact no one could deny that Miss Kelly and Tim stay in a room for one night. It can be seen from the surveillance video."

Miss Kelly? Tim?

Joanna found herself was stricken by something and she could not believe what she heard.

But the two men were still talking in the room and their words went into her ears like a spell.

"Owen, I don't understand. Why were you proposing to her if you had decided to send her to Tim's bed?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I don't send another woman but her?"

That familiar attractive voice belonged to Owen!

"I am still a little confused about that..."

"She used to be my girlfriend. And now she is my woman namely as I proposed to her. As Tim slept with her, he was sleeping with his nephew's wife. grandpa won't allow that. And grandpa will feel sorry for me while having a worse impression of Tim. In this way, Tim can't compare with me when the heir of the Howards is chosen. Let alone..."

So that was how matters stood. Joanna could not bear their words anymore and she pushed the door.

"Joanna?"

Owen didn't anticipate that she would be there. But he was calm enough to give the assistant nearby a glance.

And the assistant left the room after receiving Owen's hint.

The fire of anger took all over her and her eyes turned red, "You did it deliberately?!"

She could not believe her ears. This man in front of her should send her into his uncle's bed deliberately to fight for family property! And she had thought about they would be a couple all her life.

She was guilty of sleeping in the wrong bed before and felt she betrayed him. And now she realized it was all his trick.

Owen rose slowly from the sofa and said expressionlessly, "Joanna, calm down."

"How can I stay calm?" Joanna almost went crazy, "Owen! Whatever you want, you can talk to me! We can figure out a way together! And I can do anything for you...but how can you do this to me?"

Owen snorted, "Since you can do anything for me, why can't you do me a small favor?"

A small favor?

Joanna was stunned.

Did he regard her as such an easy woman that could be sent to another man's bed because she said she could do anything for him? Even his uncle's bed?

Joanna could not hold her anger anymore. She raised her hand and slapped in his face.

"Owen! You Bastard!"

"Thwack!"

The next moment Owen slapped her back with strength.

"How dare you hurt me, you bitch!"

Owen stopped acting like a gentleman anymore, "Who do you think you are? A woman released from prison! Do you really think I will marry you? Let me tell you, a woman like you should feel honored to have a chance to sleep with my uncle!"