Capture Her Heart After Marriage

“Checkup?” Alexia blinked in surprise. “But I was just…”

“It’s up to me.” Chaim’s face became serious.

He needed to make sure that she was in the best physical condition before the bone marrow donation, so she wouldn’t have any complications after.

Knowing he was unhappy with her, Alexia shrank back and nodded, “I understand.”

His expression eased a little before he spoke again, “I have something to do this afternoon so you will find your own way home.”

“Will you be home tonight at least?”

Chaim frowned without answering. The thought of Chaim not being home again that night upset Alexia, but she did her best to keep a calm demeanor. “I’ll leave now.”

“Ok,” Chaim mumbled.

That afternoon, the secretaries brought Alexia a large stack of accounting records from the past few years, asking her to sort them all out.

Not wanting to upset Chaim and also wanting to make up for the mistakes she’d made, Alexia took the job. She worked diligently on it until she finished and was one of the last to leave the office that evening.

At 9 p.m., Alexia finally returned to the villa, finding the whole place silent and Aunt Song nowhere to be seen. Alexia looked around the living room and noticed a slip of paper on the coffee table. That’s when Alexia remembered Aunt Song had gone home.

“Of course she’s not here. I’m already so tired and hungry.” Alexia muttered, before sighing and rolling up her sleeves.

Seeing as it was already so late, Alexia decided to make something from her childhood, buttered noodles.

Chaim arrived home. The sounds coming from the kitchen surprised him, and the idea of food caused

when he saw who was standing in the kitchen. It was Alexia. She was busy working near the stove, watching a pot on a burner. Her head was bowed as she stifled a yawn, revealing her long and slender neck. Her fair skin

moment, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down, and a heat spreading from his core. He couldn’t

his tie in annoyance

was taken aback and almost dropped the spoon

on her face as she turned to face Chaim. “You’re

hmm,” Chaim replied indifferently as he looked at the pot behind her, “What are you

Alexia said as she wiped her hands on the

“Where’s

see her granddaughter every week.” Alexia explained as she

door frame, “Just buttered noodles?

the left over pasta water to

embarrassedly, having discovered that herself when digging through the fridge for

not prepare

twiddled her thumbs. “It’s not her fault. I’ve

her money?” Chaim asked, narrowing

bewilderment, not understanding why he was suddenly angry. “If I

and your living expenses are directly transferred to her account. How could

Alexia playing a cruel

ask Aunt Song if you don’t believe me!” Alexia said, her expression both serious and

wedding, nor had he explained any of this to his accountants. So, naturally, no one had transferred

everything yourself for the past three years?” Chaim clenched his

just need to pay for