My Supermodel Wife

Lilia gripped her cellphone tighter and jumped off the bed. She put on her robe before running out of the room. Lilia herself hadn't really memorized the layout of the Widjaya Family house, which was as large as a mansion. But she continued searching down hall after hall while trying to find Jean.

The night air was colder than usual, even though she was inside the house. Being said so, Lilia barely noticed the biting chill. The post by User0601 still filled her mind.​​

Lilia went down to the living room on the bottom floor. But the room was pitch black, with no sign of human presence. As Lilia was looking around, trying to decide where to go next, something caught her eye. She saw the reflection of the light on the window pane. The light came from the dining room.

The woman smiled and walked towards the source of the light. The spacious dining room where they had breakfast this morning was only lit by a dim light. But the light from the kitchen looked much brighter. Lilia approached the kitchen's glass door and found the figure of the man she had been looking for.

The handsome and elegant man was cooking something in the kitchen. Even if Jean did something that a young master like him shouldn't have done, it did not diminish the man's elegance.

Lilia knocked on the glass door, causing Jean to turn towards her. She pushed open the door for a split second before peering inside. After Jean smiled and nodded at her, then Lilia walked in. She was worried that her presence would disturb the man.

She walked over to Jean, then hugged him from behind. Lilia was careful that she didn't block Jean's movements while doing that.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Jean asked in surprise when the woman hugged him.

"Jean, are you the owner of the User0601 account?" Instead of answering, Lilia asked back.

Hearing that, Jean stopped from stirring the soup for a moment. However, he recovered from his shock soon. Jean turned off the stove before turning to face Lilia.

"Yes, that's me." Jean replied with a faint smile.

Lilia's eyes widened when she heard the man admit it in person. Then she tightened her arms and rested her head against the man's broad c.h.e.s.t.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lilia muttered half-grumblingly. "I'm a little annoyed that netizens know more than I do. If I had known beforehand, I would have paid attention to your account."

Jean chuckled and stroked Lilia's hair. "For me, the most important thing is that you know now. It doesn't matter if you find out earlier or later than everyone else. I just want you to know more about me, little by little," he replied.

The man then gently pulled away. He grabbed Lilia's hand and pulled her towards the dining table. Jean sat Lilia there before returning to the kitchen. In just a few minutes, Jean was back with a bowl of hot ginger soup.

"The weather in Surabaya is getting cold lately," said Jean while putting the bowl in front of Lilia. "Ginger soup can keep your body warm."

The man knew that Lilia was prone to fever, especially if she was cold. Plus, Lilia was wearing thin clothes today. That's why Jean took the initiative to cook a bowl of hot ginger soup for her, so that Lilia could drink something warm after taking a shower.

Lilia looked down and stared at her ginger soup. The man's care and concern touched her heart. Even her parents never made ginger soup for her. But this amazing man was willing to personally cook it for her.

The woman took the spoon and started to drink the soup. She focused all her attention on the soup, because otherwise, Lilia might start crying here.

She had finished half the bowl of soup before she calmed down enough to think of anything else. Lilia looked at her husband and said, "I want to publish the news of our marriage to the mass media. I…"

Lilia was silent for a moment, as if hesitating to convey her wish. That doubt made Jean raise his eyebrows in surprise. Lilia was the type of woman who always went after what she wanted without a doubt. What made that woman hesitate this time?

"Umm ... I might announce your identity too." Lilia finally said with an awkward expression. "… Do you think I'm being too reckless? Will this affect the Widjaya Family?"

The woman looked anxiously at Jean. The fourth son of the Widjaya Family sighed. If Lilia asked for something from him with such a cute look, Jean wouldn't be able to refuse it.

"No, you don't have to worry about that." Jean reached out and stroked his wife's head. "You can do whatever you want."

Hearing that, a wide smile spread across Lilia's face.

"Thank you, Jean!" Lilia said cheerfully.

"Yes, of course. Don't forget to finish your soup." Jean softly reminded her.

The young couple was so immersed in their own world that they both missed noticing the other person watching them. The couple who owned the house were standing outside the kitchen's door.

Lilia's footsteps coming down the stairs might have been a little too loud and bothered James and Irene. In addition, they were so used to the quiet atmosphere of the house that Jean's commotion in the kitchen caught their attention.

The couple wore their pajamas and night robes. Their gazes could not be separated from the figure of Jean serving a bowl of homemade ginger soup. They also did not miss seeing how Lilia looked at Jean with love and warmth. The young couple looked like they had been married for years.

Irene sighed and hid the jealousy coloring her face. When was the last time James showed his concern like Jean did? Why was her brother-in-law so much more romantic than his eldest brother?

The woman patted James on the arm, then gestured toward the stairs. She felt uncomfortable interrupting Lilia and Jean's intimate moment.

Irene was relieved that Jean could finally leave his dark past behind. As a member of the Widjaya Family, Irene knew about what happened to Jean 14 years ago. She also worried that her brother-in-law would not be able to recover from his trauma. But now that she saw Jean with Lilia, that worry had completely disappeared. Irene was sure that Jean would be fine.

James turned to Irene for a moment, then he looked back at Lilia and Jean. The man opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again when he saw Irene's expression. His wife was getting scarier every day!

The head of the Widjaya Family followed Irene back to their bedroom on the second floor, grumbling. Couldn't she just advise her own little brother as the eldest in-law of the family?! James was only worried that the sly woman named Lilia would cheat on his brother!

Before Irene finished closing the door, James opened his mouth. "What a shame! How could a husband and young master like Jean cook soup for a woman?! He spoiled his wife too much! If he continues to do this, Jean will lose his authority as head of the family!" James scolded at length.