My Mysterious Husband

Well, he’s the boss.

But could he let go of her? She didn’t want to be a pillow, especially for him. But once she moved, Kerry Ye held her tighter.

“Kerry, I want to get up.”

“No, stay with me,” Kerry’s face was buried in her long hair, and his voice was muffled.

Somehow, Venus Mu actually felt they were like a couple marrying for many years.

Well, it’s not right for Venus to think so.

So, Venus gazed at the ceiling and she always felt that there was something important today, but what exactly was it, she couldn’t remember.

It was gloomy today, and it could rain at any moment.

July 15th, wait, 15th, something suddenly came to Venus.

Wasn’t today the Memorial Day of her parents’ death?

How could she be so damned as to forget something so important?

One year ago, today, her parents died in a car accident and her brother disappeared, so she was forced to marry Kerry to have such shitty life.

“Kerry, wake up, I have something to tell you.” Venus shook him awake.

Kerry opened his eyes very unhappily, staring at her and asked, “What is it?”

Will you let me out?” Venus softened

began to feel something wrong with her. Important matter? Should she

is it? I’m not going to let you out until

Memorial Day of my parents’ death.” Venus’s expression was a

to fight today. He really had the self-awareness to choose to die

that he wouldn’t agree, and continued, “Kerry, usually I listen to you whatever you want, but today,

never seen her put her profile so low. She had begged him before, but there was some desperately stubbornness within her. Today, not only was her tone soft, but also humble.

“What if I don’t

at him. She wanted to strangle him now. How

instead she

expect her to do this, and after a few seconds of

you agree now?” Venus lay on top of him and asked, blushing.

proactive, so how could Kerry let go so easily? He laughed, “It’s not enough.”

“What?”

Kerry looked down, “You know

although he had forced her to do it a few times, she

back the humiliation, Venus’ s

seaweed-like hair, and he quickly seized the initiative

pressed both fists against his chest, still not forgetting her intentions.

aggressive, why don’t I?”

a president of a corporation and if he was

…

ten o’clock, the

he was smiling wryly. Kerry, who was

head and signed, “The night of rendezvous is always too

water all over the floor, embarrassedly wiping her mouth and said,