My Supermodel Wife

Lilia was seen lying on the bed inside her hotel room. The sound of her regular breathing indicated that the woman was fast asleep. A man sat beside Lilia. The man rubbed his wife's cheek gently, being careful not to wake her up.

Lilia's two assistants stood not far from the bed. Their usual stiff faces were filled with respect. Then Dina stepped forward and stopped a few meters in front of Jean. She handed him the ointment.​​

"Young master, this is the ointment you asked for." Dina said politely, "It is effective in relieving pain from bruises like that suffered by Madame."

After Jean received the medicine, Dina returned to her original position beside Rini. The two of them waited for Jean's further instructions in silence, like a soldier awaiting their commander's orders.

"...Why does Lilia have a fever?" Jean asked coldly, his voice filled with intense anger.

The man never took his eyes off his wife's face, but his voice alone was enough to make Lilia's two assistants tremble. Rini finally ventured to move forward.

"T-Today, Madame is shooting in the river for the fight scene. She had to repeat it a few times, so m..maybe she is exhausted from that." Rini explained stammering.

Jean frowned when he heard that. His hand rolled the lid of the ointment container in his grasp, as if he were considering something.

"...Well, you can leave us." Jean finally said.

"Yes, young master." The two assistants bowed in the exact same motion before leaving the room.

As soon as they closed the bedroom's door, the two of them exchanged glances with a sigh of relief. Their foreheads were covered in cold sweat and their fingertips froze.

"I thought I was going to die..." Dina sighed.

"Young Master Jean is really scary… I don't understand how Madame can endure it." Rini shook her head.

"Shh! Don't talk about that!" Dina immediately elbowed her partner, "Do you want your salary cut?!"

Rini laughed weakly, "Ah… yes, yes. Our salaries as personal bodyguards for the Widjaya Family are not equal to their workload, so I will lose my motivation even more if my salary is cut."

The two young women continued chatting as they walked back to their rooms. Dina and Rini were actually the personal bodyguards of the Widjaya Family assigned by Jean to protect Lilia. After Merry's identity was exposed, Jean arranged for the two to infiltrate the Aphrodite Agency and be selected as his wife's assistant.

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Lilia struggled to open her heavy eyelids. She was still feeling great fatigue from the day's shooting, but she felt that she was forgetting something important. After struggling with her drowsiness, Lilia's eyes finally opened wide.

Then Lilia realized that she was feeling thirsty. She tried to sit up, but her body refused to move.

"Ouch ...!" Lilia frowned as her waist ached.

Her hand automatically touched her waist— and she realized that she was only wearing her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. Lilia felt her waist covered with some kind of ointment. The woman suspected that the two assistants were removing her clothes and treating her bruises.

Lilia sighed and mustered all her strength to wake up. When she finally sat down, the hotel blanket that had covered her body sank down. Lilia ignored the blanket and shifted her feet to the edge of the bed. But before her feet hit the floor, the bedroom door swung open.

Lilia's brain didn't work right away probably because she was too tired today. She was stunned for a few seconds, confused as to what to do. Her body was still moving to get off the bed, but her eyes were on the door while her brain was telling Lilia to cover her body. Three different orders clashed in the woman's mind and slowed down her reaction.

Meanwhile, Jean walked in with a glass of warm water. The man was wearing a casual T-shirt and shorts, indicating that he had arrived here earlier. Jean looked a little surprised when he saw that Lilia was awake, but he tried not to show it.

The man walked over to Lilia and touched her forehead. Jean secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the woman's temperature had returned to normal. Then Jean handed her the glass he was carrying while smiling faintly.

At this time, Lilia's brain started to function again. She took the glass in a stiff motion and gulped it down. Then Lilia put her glass on the table before lying back down on the bed. Without saying a word, Lilia pulled the blanket over her head.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to die! Why did Jean have to enter at such a bad time?!

Fortunately, Jean didn't have to wait long. The blanket used by Lilia was so thick that it blocked oxygen from passing. As a result, the woman was already feeling hot in just a few moments. Lilia slowly lowered the blanket, revealing her tomato red face.

"What are you embarrassed about?" Jean asked, smiling mischievously, "Aren't we married?"

Lilia shook her head, "I know, but… that's not it…" Lilia's voice faded away as she struggled to explain. Even though she'd been showing off her body a lot in her modeling career, this time was different! Lilia just wanted to show the best side of herself in front of her husband! She didn't want Jean to see the bruises on her body.

Unfortunately, Lilia didn't know that it was Jean who took off her clothes and applied the ointment. Her husband had seen the true figure of Lilia, even though he still loved her as she was.

Jean reached out to rub Lilia's head, "Then, get up and eat something." He tried to persuade her.

Lilia stared accusingly at Jean, as if driving the man away. Jean smiled at Lilia's unfriendly gaze. He picked up her pajamas, which were neatly folded on the table.

"I'll be waiting for you in the living room, okay?" Said Jean while handing the pajamas to Lilia.

Lilia's cheeks burned again as she watched Jean leave her room. Then her gaze fell on the twin mountains that adorned her c.h.e.s.t. Lilia had the belief that her physical appearance was quite seductive for men. However, Jean only glanced at her c.h.e.s.t briefly before looking away. The man's attitude was so calm that Lilia started to doubt herself. Could it be that... her size was not big enough? Or did the man actually like a small and flat size?

Lilia hurriedly shook her head. No, no, Jean must be acting like that because he had a hidden illness. If it weren't for that, Jean wouldn't have been so calm! This was not her fault!

The woman wore her nightgown as she kept trying to convince herself. The nightgown was made of silk, which felt comfortable even with the bruises. Lilia slowly moved down from the bed. Her muscles would be sore tomorrow, but right now she just lacked strength because she hadn't eaten anything.

Lilia dragged her steps away from the room. She was completely unaware that the man she thought had a hidden disease was struggling to erase the memory of Lilia's seductive body from his mind.