My Supermodel Wife

That night, after Harold learned that Jean had arrived in the small town, Lilia's manager immediately left from there. Harold left in such a hurry, as if he had been driven out of the small town.

On his way to the train station, Harold sighed a lot. He did not understand the mindset of the fourth son of the Widjaya Family who became Lilia's husband. Jean didn't seem like a romantic person at all. Even in the eyes of others, that man was so arrogant that he could be said to be apathetic.​​

But when it came to Lilia, that man's attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees. Jean followed Lilia wherever she went, almost like a duckling afraid of losing her mother. He was so gentle and loving when he was with her, kind of making Harold shudder when he remembered.

Harold was starting to wonder if he was in Jean's position, could he go that far for Lilia? After that man thought about it very seriously, he felt that he wouldn't be able to do that.

As a boy, he used to bury all his affections in his heart. Because in this world, everyone was working hard to show pride and excellence in front of others. No one wanted to appear weak in front of other people, never mind their loved ones.

But Jean didn't care about all of that and openly showed his feelings for Lilia. That was precisely what made other people really feel how important Lilia was to Jean.

Despite being madly in love, the man never put off or slack off his job. Harold still remembered the contents of the Widjaya Family's third quarter financial report, which was released recently. Its sales contracts increased by nearly 10 billion compared to the previous quarter.

Lilia must be proud of such a perfect husband!

*****

At seven in the evening, inside Lia Coffee Shop, Lilia and Jean were sitting by the window on the second floor. They were served steaks and salads. The man deliberately chose the same food as his wife, and the two of them ate in silence. The atmosphere between them felt very warm.

In the middle of their dinner, Jean suddenly reached out and grabbed Lilia's chin.

"Um… Jean? What's…?" Lilia started asking with a confused expression.

"There's sauce stuck to the corner of your mouth," Jean said calmly. "Let me clean it,"

"Oh okay," Lilia's gaze fell on the napkin that was neatly folded beside Jean's hand. She thought that the man would use a napkin to clean her mouth, but Lilia was wrong.

Before Lilia could react, Jean leaned over and licked the remaining sauce littering the corner of her mouth. Then the man continued to crush Lilia's soft lips. She could taste the bitter-sweet taste of the wine Jean drank.

Trang!

Lilia's spoon slipped out of her grip and hit the ceramic plate with a loud sound. She jumped to her senses, then hurriedly pushed Jean away. The woman's face looked as red as the tomatoes in the salad.

"W-What the... why are you... we're having dinner, you know?!" Lilia stuttered in panic. She glared at Jean, but her teary eyes and blushing cheeks made Lilia look even more adorable.

Jean moved away from Lilia with a disappointed expression. "I know," he calmly answered. "But if I don't do this, I won't be able to feel full, no matter how much I eat,"

"You really...!" Lilia hissed as she glanced at the stairs in panic.

She was worried that their commotion would make the cafe staff come up to check on what happened. But actually, she didn't need to worry. The staff knew they had to give them some alone time. No one wanted to face Jean's tantrum when his time with Lilia was interrupted.

Jean continued his dinner calmly, as if nothing had happened. "Do you remember Aunt Jenny?"

Lilia glared at Jean one last time, then she finally let out a sigh. "I still remember. She's Brother Chris' aunt, right? What's wrong with Aunt Jenny?" Lilia asked while continuing to eat as well.

Jean turned her gaze out of the window. The man was trying to find the right words so that Lilia wouldn't be too surprised. After a while, Jean returned his gaze to Lilia.

"She comes from the Irwan Family and has been investigating you recently." Jean conveyed it as concisely as possible.

In an instant, Lilia's spoon stopped in midair. "She's from the Irwan Family?" Lilia repeated in disbelief.

What a shock! Since Jenny was investigating at the moment, did that mean that woman also suspect something?

Jean nodded slightly before taking a sip of his wine. "She is Richard Irwan's oldest sister, making her Mellisa and Leila's aunt," he explained.

Lilia didn't say anything, but she kept reminiscing about every incident at the Widjaya Family house when she was with Jenny.

No wonder Jenny purposely kept Irene away and kept asking about the Pangestu Family situation indirectly. That woman had been suspecting something ever since her first meeting with Lilia.

After pondering for a few seconds, Lilia put down her spoon and fork. She looked at the handsome face in front of her and asked half jokingly, "Jean, did you come all the way here just to tell me that Aunt Jenny was investigating me?"

Lilia wanted to get a little revenge for that guy's prank just now. But Jean's answer actually made Lilia's face even redder.

"Not really!" Jean replied without thinking. The man's gaze was so hot and fiery that it could even melt snow. "You are the most important to me,"

"…I lose." Lilia lowered her head and muttered to herself. "You really..."

"Hmm? Lilia? What's wrong?" Jean asked in a worried tone.

Lilia looked back and laughed lightly. "Nothing,"

The woman rested her elbows on the table and supported her chin with her hands. Then Lilia tilted her head while looking closely at Jean. Her eyes that were as black as night expressed her emotions earnestly.

"If one day I withdraw from the entertainment world, then I will follow you around the world. Wherever you go, I will stick to your side like a permanent bandage," Lilia said with a big smile.

If Harold were here, he would have pounded the table and shouted angrily, "Is it appropriate for you, a supermodel, to say this?!"

But this was Lilia's real thoughts. At least this time, the feeling that she didn't want to be separated from Jean was getting stronger and stronger.

When Jean heard her words, the corner of the man's mouth lifted into a smile that was no less wide. He reached across the table and stroked Lilia's silky hair.

"Don't call yourself a bandage," Jean said sternly. "You'll always be here,"

One of Jean's hands was pointing at his left c.h.e.s.t. Lilia's eyes widened as she realized the man's intentions. This might just be her feeling, but she felt as if she could hear Jean's steady, strong heartbeat.

"You are no longer a part that can be separated from me. You are my life. I can't possibly let my heart be separated from me, can I?"

Lilia gradually blushed, so she shifted her gaze and looked out the window. But she could still see the man's loving gaze from his clear reflection on the window.