Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage

Archibald smiled indifferently. He stretched out his hand to prop up on the table and leaned around her slightly, "But I didn't plan
to buy it, and I should charge you. You took my car and used my medicine, so you owe me the expenses for gas and medicine."
There was an evil charm in his casual tone.
Lillian was trapped in his arms and dared not move. She bent over and stared at him in disbelief. Bargaining with a profiteer like
him was really a mistake!
"Those are not voluntary by me, and doesn't count!"
"I don't care if you volunteer or not."
"Why are you so savage and unreasonable? You..." His hot palms suddenly squeezed her waist, and she was speechless in
surprise. He lifted his hands up and picked her up easily, not a princess hug, but arrogantly carrying her on his shoulder. She
hugged his neck in panic, and said angrily, "Archibald, you are indeed barbaric and unreasonable! You are a fake gentleman!
You are inconsistent. Let me down! "She clenched her fist and punched him on the shoulder.
After she finished speaking, he really put her down. He pressed her on the chair, and didn't get angry because of her verbal
abuse. Instead, he said in a commanding tone, "You sit here. Don't run around with your bare feet! If your leg is disabled, I won't
look after you. "
Lillian sat on the chair and looked up at him. Maybe his intimidation had an effect, for she really didn't step on the floor.
Archibald walked back to the kitchen with satisfaction, and Lillian withdrew her gaze angrily. He said as if she begged him to take
care of her, so she sneered in a low voice, "Who wants you to take care of? Nosy!"
After complaining, a bowl of fragrant hot noodles suddenly appeared on the table with a beautiful poached egg on it. She was
astonished and looked at Archibald who was sitting next to her dumbly.
"You cooked it?"
She was obviously talking nonsense, so Archibald didn't answer her, but stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, "Aren't you
hungry? Help yourself. "
Lillian held the chopsticks and looked at the man in front of her for a long time. Was it real? Did he cook noodles for her in the
kitchen just now? He should lead an easy life with everything provided. Could he actually cook noodles?

Seeing her motionless, Archibald squinted at her, "It's not poisonous. Don't worry." After a pause, he said, "Or did you feel
relieved after I tried it?" He was going to grab the chopsticks in her hand.
Lillian reacted all of a sudden and quickly avoided his hand.
"No, I'm fine." She took a bite of noodles. She wouldn't eat what he had eaten. Then she would eat his saliva. She didn't want it!
She seemed to forget that she was kissed by him just now.
Archibald asked her to rest in the guest room tonight. After taking a shower, she changed into Archibald's shirt. The shirt was
new, and she just removed the sign. She would never wear his nightgown.
The shirt was large, making her petite. The open neckline exposed her collarbone, and the hem just covered her hip. He didn't
have suitable pants for her. She wouldn't go out anyway, so it was acceptable to rest like this for one night.
Before going to bed, she deliberately checked the lock of the door and went to sleep after making sure that it was locked.
Lillian was already tired, and she didn't sleep last night, so she fell asleep very quickly.
After a while, there was a slight sound of the door opening on the other side of the guest room. Lillian never imagined that the
guest room was connected to the study room, and a door opened from the study room.
He was tall and slender, stood by the bed, and looked down at her sleeping curled up. She was like a baby sleeping in her
mother's belly, who was insecure.
He laid down next to her, and hugged her into his arms. Lillian frowned and murmured unconsciously. He thought she would
wake up, but saw her rubbing in his arms like a kitten. After finding a comfortable position, she continued to fall asleep.
For a moment, his heart seemed to be gently brushed by a feather, and he felt very warm. He hugged her tightly, kissed the top
of her hair lightly, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
Lillian slept surprisingly at ease that night, and felt that she was surrounded by warmth and softness. She woke up in a daze,
wrapped in a silk quilt tightly, and a soft pillow in her arms.
She looked at the quilt and pillow. No wonder she felt warm and soft. She threw away the pillow in her hand to get up, and
stopped suddenly. It was strange. She obviously only had one pillow when she slept last night. Why was there one more pillow?

Lillian stared at the extra pillow, and was puzzled. She looked at the door warily, which was locked well. Forget it. Maybe she
remembered it wrong last night.
She opened the door quietly, stood behind the door and poked her head out. The room was as quiet as there was no second
person. Wasn't Archibald up yet?
It was not the weekend, and he should go to work. But she st Archibald"No answer.
"Archibald, are you up yet?" Still no answer.
Lillian clasped her neckline tightly with one hand and pulled the hem of her shirt with another hand, and walked gently to the
master bedroom.
The door of the master bedroom was not closed, which surprised Lillian. The bedroom was very spacious and bright, with all
kinds of furniture, such as a large wardrobe, sofa, and desk.
The bedding was neatly folded and half paved, without even a trace of wrinkle, which was comparable to the rooms of a five-star
hotel. She couldn't help wondering if he really slept last night.
Lillian didn't believe he could do the housework so well. The hourly worker must have helped him organize it. But would he call a
part-time worker to come early in the morning?
There was no one in the living room or kitchen. But there was a table of breakfast in the restaurant, with porridge, steamed buns,
soy milk, milk, and toast. Lillian took a look. Did Archibald prepare these?
There were sticky notes and a hundred-yuan bill on the dining table. She picked up the note and it said: I'm going to work. I don't
know what you like to eat, so both Chinese and Western breakfasts are prepared. You are not suitable to eat fried food because
you are injured, so no fried eggs are prepared for you.
Lillian looked at the food on the table. She hadn't noticed if there were any fried eggs just now. He was thoughtful, and she
couldn't help but praise him for his virtue.
The corners of her lips just curled up, but she immediately became angry when she saw the content of the next note. It read:
Your skirt was too cheap and I threw it away. I prepared a new one in the gift box on the coffee table in the living room. Because
you have no money, I kindly lend you some money. Don't forget to pay me back.