Infatuated with my Ex-wife

Chapter 41 The Roots Of The Ears Are Hot  And Red

Because it was the weekend, Edward did not need to go to work, so both of them tacitly did not wake

up early. The golden sunshine gently sprinkled on the faces of them who were hugging each other in

the room. Time seemed to be still.

Edward woke up first and saw Irene sleeping quietly in his arms. Listening to his slow breathing, the

hands holding Irene in the quilt tightened a little bit.

Well, before she woke up, Edward took little a sip of her white chin.

Irene felt something and slowly opened her eyes, as if she wasn't awake.

"What time is it?" Because she had just woken up, her voice seemed to be sticky. If he didn't listen

carefully, he wouldn't be able to hear it clearly. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Probably 8:30!"

Eight thirty? Irene even didn't know it’s so late. Generally speaking, although Edward didn't go to work

on weekends, he had a good work and rest habits, so even if he didn't go to work, he will get up early

for a run to exercise, so in general, when Irene woke up, the most frequent thing She saw was Edward

's refreshing appearance after washing up in the morning after exercising.

"What a rare occasion!" Irene spoke her mind.

"What?" Edward slowly brushed away a few strands of hair on Irene's forehead and calmly opened his

mouth.

"Why did you get up so late today? It's not like you!"

The pretty corners of Edward's mouth curled up. "This is probably, the legendary"

"Hmm?" She was confused.

"After having a beauty on the bed, the king doesn't get up early to work any more." Edward narrowed

his eyes and said word by word.

Since Irene was pregnant, most of them fell asleep embracing each other and didn't do anything, but

when Edwardsaid this, she felt a fever on her face and her ears were red.

She rolled over in Edward's arms and looked down. She covered her face under a pillow and muttered

like a pet, "Don't say that I'm like a dangerous beauty."

Looking at the person in his arms, Edward's earlobe turned red. He smiled lightly and said, "Of course,

you're not a beauty who is dangerous. It's fine of the king doesn't want to get up to work, but he still has

to cook breakfast for his love."

Irene heard his laughter and replied, "Then you can go!" After saying that, Irene paused and her eyes

rolled. "Make breakfast? "Isn't the servant here today?

"It's a holiday for the servants today, so I will prepare the breakfast."

Irene turned her face and did not believe it. "Can I still be alive after eating?" The Young Master of the

Wilson family and cooking, Irene couldn't connect these two tings together.

Edward, of course, knew that his little wife didn't believe him, so he coughed softly. "Don't you believe

me? Uh? Irene."

In fact, it wasn't that Irene didn't believe it, but she had never imagined that.

...

In the kitchen.

Irene leaned against the door and saw his delicate hand moving quickly on the food with fine

craftsmanship. He was obviously experienced.

Sunlight cast on him, and she saw his beautiful profile silhouette, just like when he used to debate in

the school auditorium, but at that time, although this man had the steadfastness and maturity that was

rare in his peers, he was different from now.

In the past she had felt that he was as far away like a bit of cloud in the sky. Even though they were

bound together by marriage, they were always in a quandary. The pain was greater than the joy. She

was desperately walking towards him and he was trying to stay away from her.

However, Irene now felt that he was so close to herself. He was so good to himself, everything was so

unreal like a big dream.

"Why do not you try it?" Edward's black eyes were full of anticipation as he looked at the woman before

him. While it was not the first time he'd done it, it was the first time he'd done it for his lover. He was still

a little nervous.

"It's very sweet." Strangely delicious.

Sweet? He obviously put salt in it. When Edward saw Irene, he frowned and picked up the spoon she

used just now, took a spoonful and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "It's very sweet!"

Then they stared at each other and laughed.

Irene didn't know that Edward was really good at cooking and had done so well. He couldn't help

asking, "Mr. Wilson, from whom did you learn such good cooking skills?"

"Well! With my intelligence and wisdom, who should I learn from?"

"Tut-tut-tut-tut—" This person was really ......... He tried hard to think of a word, "Narcissism is a

sickness. It's bad! You should be modest."

"When I was in college, I didn't like the cafeteria's food, but I was unwilling to go out, so the only thing I

could do was do it myself." At first, he was so dumb at cooking at he almost blew up the kitchen.

Luckily, he lived alone and didn't affect others, so he had the success he had today. But he could tell

his wife about his successes. As for the process, Edward was not ready to tell his wife!

In fact, Irene believed in these things very much. Although he was born in the Wilson family and

seemed to be the eldest son of the family, he was rich and powerful. However, he didn't win the heart of

Cameron. Claudia was abroad all year round. Even if Madeline doted on him, he was still far away from

his family. Irene's heart ached when he thought of this.

She got up slightly, and her cherry lips suddenly touched his—

Then it separated gently, as if nothing had happened.

Edward's pupils dilated. After a moment's shock, he suddenly raised his hand and touched his taut lips,

as if remembering the kiss his little wife had just initiated.

"Well, since Mr. Wilson is so great, I don't need a servant in the future. Do you want to be my private

chef?" Irene said so. Of course, she was joking. She also knew that he was actually very busy.

"If Mrs. Wilson can be so active every day, I can consider..." Edward smirked and pointed to the corner

of his mouth with some implication.

Irene coughed and steadied her breath. She lowered her head and continued to eat. "Shame on you!"

Irene was shy. The simple and naive Irene had gone. Edward had the upper hand, and he was happy

inside. When he saw Irene's shy appearance. He felt he was teasing a pet. Of course, this cannot be

said to her. Okay, he'll be scratched...

Although he liked her angry look, she still couldn't be too emotional now that she was pregnant.

After the meal, Edward felt that they both should affors some family chores. Since he made the

breakfast, the bowl should be washed by Irene. He had complained that a pregnant woman shouldn't

wash the dishes. She pretended to be angry, but her heart was full of warmth. Their life in this way was

harmonious.

Of course, Edward was just joking. How could he really let his wife do this? Finally, he snatched the

bowl and washed it himself.

After everything was done, Edward went to his study and held a video conference. Irene lay down on

the recliner in the study, found a book and bagan to read it.

Edward should be talking with the senior officials of the subsidiary abroad. He could speak fluent and

clear English. In addition, his voice was very pleasant. Although it was a little cold, Irene must have felt

very enjoyable.

After Edward finished, he looked at Irene who was reading carefully under the window. Irene must have

stayed here for too long. It was not good to lie for too long. He said to the Irene, "Irene!"

"Hmm?" Irene didn't move her eyes from the book but just muttered.

As Edward approached, his slender figure cast on Irene.

Irene looked up. "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to go out for a walk? Well, let's go to the supermarket." Edward directly took the book

from her hand and said.

Irene nodded and agreed, but she still asked, "Right now?" He had obviously just been very busy, so

why did he say he was going to the supermarket?

Edward roughly understood what she was wondering. "The meeting is over. There's nothing more

important than you."

He just felt that it was more important to accompany his wife than to work. What's more, today was a

rest day. In addition to the thing that had happened to Irene a few days ago, and it was too boring to

stay at home. In this case, it was better to go out together.

"Okay!" replied Irene. Since the servants were on holiday, they had to figure out what to buy. After all,

they had not had lunch yet!

...

In the supermarket.

It was 10:30 in the morning. There were more people in the supermarket, shuttling between the various

goods.

Irene was wearing a loose blue top, black jeans, and a pair of white flat shoes. She looked much

younger than her true age. Her hair was simply pinned up and she was thin. If you did not look closely,

she did not appear to be pregnant.

Edward was wearing a white shirt and black trousers as usual. Since Irene had moved in with him, she

noticed that his wardrobe contained almost the same black and white suits.

He should like this color very much. Generally, he would tie only when he went to work. On a daily

basis, he wouldn't. Instead, he would undo the two buttons, which made him look very charming.

He was dressed in common clothes, but Irene thought he looked handsome no matter how She looked

at him.

"Chef Wilson, what are you cooking for lunch?" asked Irene as she peered into the vegetable section

with her arms in Edward.

"Mrs. Wilson, what would you like to eat?" The man next to her jibed and threw the question back at

her.

"Anything isokay for me." It was strange, it said pregnant women were usually picky and hard to

please, well Irene was not like that. If it were not for the slow change in her abdomen, she would have

forgotten she was pregnant.

"Oh, you're easy to feed!

"Fried okra with mushrooms, What do you think?" She looked up at Edward with her sparkling eyes.

"All right!"

It did not matter what Irene ate, but it did matter who did it.

But Edward felt that it did not matter what he bought. The most important thing was who he was with.

That kind of feeling, when two people buy vegetables together, decided what they were going to eat.

He thought it was good.

When they already had today's lunch in the shopping cart, they went to the food area. When Irene saw

the plums on the grocery shelf, she suddenly coveted them.

Edward's eyes had always been on Irene, so of course he saw her. But for some reason he wanted to

do something bad... So he walked forward, he smiled slightly.

Then he pretended to discover that Irene was still standing there. "Irene, what's wrong?"

Irene bit her lips and felt embarrassed to say it. There were people around, waiting for Edward to come

closer. The finger pointed to the plum above, the meaning was obvious.

"What?" He didn't understand.

Edward continued to act. She knew that this man clearly knew what she wanted, but he still had an

expressionless look on his face. That was really annoying.

"Does auntie want to eat that too?" At that moment, a sweet child's voice rang out. "Mother said that

only children eat such snacks!" It was a very handsome child, about five or six years old, wearing a

yellow duck-tongue cap. His mother was standing beside him. His mother smiled modestly.

"I... "

"It's true that only children eat this kind of snack." Edward talked to a little boy, but his eyes were

staring at his wife with a smile.

"Eh? But mom, auntie is so old. She's not a child." The boy asked his mother innocently.

His mother bent down and touched the little boy's face with her hand. "Silly, this aunt has a baby, so it's

not her but the baby wants to eat."

"I see!"

After that, the woman left with the little boy.

"Edward—" Irene shouted angrily.

"What's wrong?" The man still looked innocent.

Irene picked up two jars of plums and put them in the cart. "Nothing."

However, Edward put the jar back and said righteously, " You can't eat too much junk food. You can

only have a taste!"

Alright, alright! Irene could only listen to him, "What a petty man!" she thought.