Dale’s Arrange Wife (ENGLISH VERSION)

“Good Morning!” Lauren greeted me with a smile while drying her hair. She just finished taking a shower and I will follow too.

“Good Morning!” I greeted back.

“Do you have work today?” she asked.

“No, why?”

“Good, let’s go out. I want to go shopping and we don’t have any toiletries either.”

“Ok, I’ll just take a shower.”

“Ok, let’s have breakfast outside.”

“Are you ok?” I have a curious question. The width of her smile is different.

“I am, why? Is there something wrong with me?” she asked with the smile still not disappearing from her lips.

“You keep smiling, wife”

“Oh come on, hubby, it’s morning. You should smile early in the morning so that you smile the whole day.”

“Really, or maybe because—”

“Go.” She pushed me. “Take a shower so we can leave.”

“Fine.” I didn’t answer and went to the bathroom. I only brought a towel because for sure my things will be ready when I go out.

One thing that I admire about her is that she takes care of me. I know it’s not that a big deal. As she said, a duty of a wife even though we are not real ones. If I don’t know that she loves Hendrick, I will assume that she likes me—-which is not allowed because we have an agreement that we will not love each other.

I can’t love her. And I don’t have any plans to love her. She will never be happy with me in the future. Because I have something I can’t give her that I know is part of a happy marriage.

When I finished I immediately went out.

“It’s fine, no worries.” I heard her talking on the phone. I didn’t make a mistake. I have my dress on the bed arranged nicely from underwear to shoes. “Yeah, of course, I am happy, oh I’ll go ahead, bye, just visit me when you have time. Bye,” she added.

I looked at her who was still smiling at me.

“Ow, I forgot, I didn’t take the shirt,” she said and walked to the closet and got a white shirt.

“Here hubby,”

“Thanks.”

“I will wait for you outside.”

“Wait,” I call her as she was about to come out.

“Why?”

“You’re not going to get dressed?”

“Why?” she wondered then checked herself.

“What, why? Look at yourself in the mirror.”

“Why?”

“Why, Lauren? You’re almost naked?”

“Oh, hubby, that’s ok. In the pictorial, I am naked, only my private parts are covered.”

“Different—”

“I will wait for you outside.”

“Wife!” But she didn’t listen anymore. “Lauren!” She slammed the door louder than my voice. “Damn it!” I have no choice but to get dressed to go out.

We’re on our way to the mall. She keeps scrolling on her phone and then smiles and then laughs. I am not used to seeing her like this.

“What’s with the smile, wife?”

“Nothing, I’m just looking at something.” Then she looked at me. “Why are you frowning?”

“I’m not happy with what you’re wearing. Imagine, wearing like that in public.”

“Hubby, social media is also where my body spreads. Only my pussy is covered.”

“Your words.”

“Sorry, but it’s true. Don’t say you don’t see that?” I couldn’t answer what she said.

I don’t like looking at social media. I don’t have an account on any platforms. But I see her photo in magazines, and on billboards and yes, it’s not funny. Even to say that we are not a real couple.

“I will ask dad to ask your manager to stop you from posing nudes. It’s not nice, you’re a Dy now and everyone knows that you’re my wife.” She stopped swiping and stared at me.

“Really?”

“Yes, or what if I tell daddy to let you stop and pay your agency? You brought the Dy, legally, so you’re shame is our shame too.” I look at her looking at me. “What do you think?”

“You will do that?”

“Yes, that’s why you agreed to get married, isn’t it? So that your daddy can give you money and can help you to get rid of your agency? I didn’t ask daddy for any favors when I marry you. So, I think I can have this as a prize——-Hey! Let’s stop bumping.” Lauren kissed me on my cheek.

“I am happy.”

“We’re not sure if daddy will agree.”

“Even do. Hearing from you planning to help me get out of this shit is enough. Thank you.” Then she kissed me on the face.

“Hey, just stop kissing.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Huh?” I ask, it’s a good thing we’re at a traffic light.

“What do you mean you change your mind?”

“I don’t want to go out, let’s just go home.”

“What the—-why?”

“You don’t want me as this do you? You take care of me, so from now on, I will take care of myself too. So let’s go home and I will cook for you.”

“I’m hungry.”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just have coffee when you get home while I will cook the breakfast.”

“We’re almost here,” I complained.

“It’s up to you, it’s still windy, if the wind blows my ass it will show.”

“Fine, we’re going home.” I turned the car and drove home. We even passed the intersection at the very turn of the mall. Where already here and he changed his mind. But do I have a choice? Nothing. So we’re going home.

Lauren sings. I can’t deny how nice her voice is. Why is she a sexy model when she can be a singer?

“I am so happy. I hope daddy Damian will help me.”

“I am too, but don’t expect too much. We don’t really know if he will agree. We’re still one month married.”

“It’s fine, at least you will try, means you cared for me.

“When we arrived, she got off first because I had parked. When I entered inside, I immediately smelled the coffee she was making. The smell of coffee soothes my nose.

“Wait a minute, hubby, this will satisfy your hunger first. I’ll just cook our breakfast.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No, I’m good.” Lauren used to cook our breakfast, I only helped her once but she had no complaints. I am just looking at her while sitting and sipping coffee. From time to time I would look at her.

Is Hendrick stupid? Well, I think he is. He’s fool enough to get pregnant the good is in her front. She can marry to claim. When he is fed up he can file an annulment. He’s not a loser to Lauren, she’s a virgin and a good woman.

Literally.

If it’s common sense, I have nothing to say to her. Although she’s really different on screen, she’s really down to earth.

“I’m done.” She put the ham and egg in front of me. She has also put one for her. “Let’s eat and have a movie later.”

“Sure.” She giggles and gives me a smile so I smile too. She never fails to make me happy every time she smiles. Her smile is genuine and anyone can be infected.