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.

The sounds coming from the kitchen surprised him, and the idea

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

Adam’s apple sliding up and down, and a heat spreading

tie in annoyance and his deep voice boomed in

and almost dropped the spoon she’d been

to face Chaim. “You’re home.” She worried

replied indifferently as he looked at the pot behind

yet.” Alexia said as she

“Where’s Aunt

goes back to see her granddaughter every week.” Alexia explained as she placed

door frame, “Just buttered noodles?

the left over pasta water to make an emulsified sauce impressed

left in the fridge.” Alexia smiled embarrassedly, having discovered that herself when digging

Aunt Song not prepare

her thumbs. “It’s not her fault. I’ve been so

giving her money?” Chaim asked, narrowing

understanding why he was suddenly angry. “If I don’t give Aunt Song money, she won’t be able to buy any

family. Her salary and your living

playing a cruel joke

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

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

paid for everything yourself for the past three years?” Chaim

I just need to pay for