My Husband’s Been Exposed by the Media - Chapter 7
Chapter 7: The Body of a Prince, the Life of a Servant
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The couple in the room were still in the throes of lust when they were startled.
Mary, who had just woken up, was still in a state of delirium. Years of habit made her forget that there was one more person in the house.
Belland, however, was not frantic as he whispered to her wife, “I’m almost there. Just ignore it.”
He was almost at the critical moment and did not want to ruin the morning because of the guy outside the door.
Belland put his hands on Mary’s waist, and his hips moved faster. Mary buried her face in the pillow to stop her screaming.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
The knocking on the door became louder and more intense.
Belland also moved faster and faster. Finally, at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped moving. Milk-white liquid seeped out of the crack.
Drip.
Drip.
It dripped onto the bed.
Mary hugged the pillow tightly. She no longer had any strength left.
Belland’s eyes were closed on his handsome face. It was as if he was feeling the beauty of this moment. Little Belland, who was no longer unbearably hard, was still gently poking and sliding inside his wife’s body.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
The knocking on the door continued.
Belland pulled out his lower body and covered his wife with the quilt. Then, he quickly put on his shirt and pants and walked out of the room.
He opened the door slightly, not wanting the person outside to see his wife’s naked body. Then, he slipped out through the crack and closed the door.
Mary could vaguely hear Francis’ dissatisfied voice. “You know, I really did not want to disturb you at this time, you guys were at it for such a long time. I’m really hungry.”
Belland suppressed his anger and said, “Don’t you have hands? Can’t you make yourself something to eat?”
Francis didn’t care about his brother’s attitude. His voice was leisurely and a little mischievous. “You know, I’ve never done that before. After all, I don’t have to make breakfast at home myself, do I, brother?”
He deliberately dragged out the word “brother”, as if threatening something.
Belland did not speak again and it seemed as if he was pulling Francis away.
Mary got up and took a shower. After changing her clothes, she went to the kitchen and saw Belland fumbling with the ingredients.
“Let me do it, dear.” Mary kissed Belland. “You go and take a shower.”
Her husband did not know how to cook and all he did was mess up the kitchen.
Belland obliged and went to shower.
When Mary was cooking, Francis came out of the bedroom. He was still shirtless and only wore a pair of casual pants. His thick brown hair was casually scattered, making him look a little attractive.
He casually walked to the bar counter in the dining room and sat down. He bit into an apple and looked at Mary with a profound gaze.
Mary felt uncomfortable under his gaze, mainly because he had obviously heard the movements in the room this morning. However, remembering that this was her home, Mary straightened her back.
“How about toast, hot milk, together with golden-brown ham and a little fruit?” Mary seemed to have forgotten the embarrassment last night and the incident this morning. She smiled confidently.
Francis raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. He lowered his head to look at the food on the plate and nodded with satisfaction. “It’s a little cheap, but it looks good.”
The glare that Mary gave him had a hint of sympathy
Her husband had said yesterday that this guy was slightly delusional. He often imagined himself as a rich young master, a high-class person who had more money than he could spend.
It was really like having the body of a prince and the life of a servant.
Thinking of this, Mary took two more slices of ham for Francis.
