WIDOW IN MY BED

Matt approached Amanda immediately when she deftly cleaned the case and put some clothes in the closet. “Sweetheart, I miss you…” Matt smelled Amanda’s rose-scented nape from behind. “Your smell like a rose liquor, such a pleasant fragrance…”

Amanda turned around and laughed. “You’re ticking me off, Matt. Stop it.”

“For real? Wild.” Matt was like a kid addicted to cotton candy. I couldn’t get far. “Can I touch you if it’s not tickling?”

“And then, where should you be?”

“Here?” Matt pointed at Amanda’s pink-glossed lips. He was suddenly pulling Amanda’s waist soft, hugging her for a kiss after successfully blushing her lover’s face.

According to Matt, Amanda’s lips taste the best in the world. Matt can stay bored. They’re getting cuter and intoxicating, and she’s been trapped in Amanda La Howard’s vortex. It means there’s no turning back but to spend the rest of his life together.

Matt told Amanda. “You’re fit to be my wife. Look at the way you take care of all these clothes.” Matt’s happy to bother Amanda, who’s busy folding her clothes.

“Amanda…” Matt said softly, “I don’t need a wife who’s good at folding clothes. All I need is Amanda La Wallace, whom I will be happy about forever. But if my wife is good at folding clothes, it’s just a bonus.”

Amanda thinks Matt’s behavior is both a little bit stuffy and a bitch. Since yesterday, the man has been referring to Amanda as his wife. There has yet to be an engagement. Let alone get married.

Amanda doesn’t respond, so Matt gets excited and deliberately whistles. “Somebody’s getting flushed.” She whispered mischievously in Amanda’s ear, “Can’t wait to be my wife, sweetheart?”

“Yes, I can’t wait, you’re my husband,” said Amanda. Matt thought she’d be as shy as a pubescent, but now she’s the one who’s being made helpless. “I think you will bring a lot of clothes to Daddy’s house,” said Amanda, changing the topic.

“My clothes will be moved gradually. Besides, it’s just every weekend I’m here. The rest, I’m going to stay at the hotel.” The guy in the Dior shirt smiled, “I can’t wait to see my wife every day. Wake me up with a kiss, tie me up, cook me up, and then I’ll take you to the restaurant to work. We breathe in the same room. We share blankets.”

Amanda blinks, “And you want to do all that without a ring?”

“Do we need that? If you’re going to marry Matthew Wallace, who can buy his factory, then what’s the point of the ring?” Matt’s expression turned ridiculous. “Are you disappointed, Babe? Your face says everything.”

Because Amanda didn’t answer, Matt went back. “Just kidding, Babe.” It felt adorable. Matt almost chuckles when Amanda refuses to kiss him, so he whispers.

“You’re the only one in my life who has made me feel this much emotion for a person, Amanda. Soon, I’ll pin the ring with the biggest diamond in it.” Matt kissed Amanda’s sweet finger, which was full of visions.

“I turned it down.”

“Yes?” Matt looked offended.

“I’ll break my finger if it’s so big, Matt.”

After that, Matt laughed while wiping his nose on Amanda’s cheek. His heart’s content seemed free, joined in the laughter. Smile sincerely, tell me everything, and joke comfortably.

Slowly, Matt will make Amanda forget her past. Amanda’s been trying so hard all this time she can handle whatever life throws at her. She’s holding up well. She’s alive.

How could I not love you…

Amanda needs to keep smiling. Amanda’s just enough to be the happiest woman in the world.

And Matt will do the rest. They are protecting it.

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“It’s already time for breakfast. Aren’t you hungry?” Amanda tried to wake Matt up. He stared at the slumber’s face, stroking it with a kiss on the cheek. How could a complex man feared by thousands of his men sleep like a child? “You are sleepy, Sugar?”

“I… I want to sleep a little longer and then work out a little before the noon meeting.”

“I’ll make some coffee. Try to wake up, Matt?”

“Ngh…” Matt quickly held her right arm when Amanda was about to leave bed. “Kiss me again, please-please…”

“Why are you being spoiled?” said Amanda after giving a short kiss on Matt’s lips.

“I love you so much, Baby…”

“I love you too, ” Amanda said with a happy smile. God was so kind to send Matt for her.

Then Matt approaches Amanda like a puppy, hugs her lover’s stomach, and hides his face there so that she laughs. Matt’s sleep-wake-in attitude is funny.

“You’re like an office worker. Why aren’t you wearing Chef’s uniform?” Matt asked when he found Amanda wearing a neat suit.

“I have a meeting at the White House. Suddenly, I was asked to be one of the chefs preparing a banquet for overseas guests.”

“Why did you just tell me?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Amanda thought for a second. “Because I just got a call two days ago. Even though it has been a month of preparation for the event, when I asked why, they only answered that there was a change in formation, so they had to add several chefs.”

Why would an international meeting-class event change so quickly? Matt’s trying not to be possessive about his girlfriend’s work, but his instincts are never wrong. On the other hand, Matt wants to keep Amanda in focus.

“Wait for me to take a shower. I’ll be your driver today, okay?” Matt doesn’t have a better offer than that, even if he’s allowed to stay with Amanda seven times 24 hours.

“No need, you can go to bed, sugar. Downstairs, there’s a driver who used to drive me everywhere.” Matt’s face looked dissatisfied with Amanda’s answer, but he hated fighting in the morning. Shit.

…

“Thank you, Amanda.” Three chefs from the same community gathered after the meeting. “I hope we can work together to create the best meal. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes. Sometimes, we have to go out together; the connection is important.” said another Chef.

“You guys just set it up. I’ll come,” Amanda replied.

Amanda thinks she’s too tired because there’s so much to consider. Several vital officials had unique allergies regarding dish serving, food composition, and shift distribution. She’s a little nervous, but a chef has to believe in his cooking. The White House demands perfection.

Amanda came out of the meeting room and headed to the lobby to wait for the driver on his way.

“Miss Amanda…” A man with a stern face typical of the Middle East greets and smiles nicely as if they were close. “Don’t get me wrong, I just wanted to say hello to you.”

Amanda’s face looks like it’s all over her head. But one thing, the man in front of him is crucial. Just look at his lavish appearance, the dozens of bodyguards around him, and how the Prime Minister’s assistant intervened to guide him.

“Sorry. Do we know each other, sir?” Amanda asked politely.

“This is the first time we’ve met. But last night, I came to your restaurant for dinner. Unfortunately, you weren’t there.” The man looked at Amanda with charisma, making Amanda cautious. Why would an essential man of this class visit her restaurant without reservation? “And I know your lover. Big Boss, right?”

Amanda’s trying not to seem panic-stricken. Nobody knew Matt’s identity, but this Middle Eastern guy exposed Matt’s identity as if it were nothing.

“Ah, I talked too much that I forgot to introduce myself.” The man reached out his right hand first. “I’m Asad Haddad Badawi.” Amanda read that name on the state guest list: ‘the desert sun,’ Prince Asad Haddad Badawi.

Talking to a prince in public is not an advantage. Amanda is wary of not getting involved in the scandal, and her father is a former number two person in Australia. Everything can be linked.

Lucky Prince Asad looked busy so hastily resigned, and Amanda did not have to bother with a conversation that she thought was uncomfortable.

Matt and his chauffeur were picked up in the White House lobby. Amanda went straight into the back seat of the car. “Surprise. How’s your day, Babe?” Matt asked.

“Great. I met some old friends too,” said Amanda, letting Matt hug her shoulder. “Matt, you know Asad Haddad Badawi. He’s a prince?”

“That guy bothers you?” Matt asked very slowly, despite his unfriendly voice. He controlled his face so it wouldn’t get dark, then stuck his phone in his ear to call someone.

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