My Supermodel Wife

The two of them had their lunch quietly and warmly.

Lilia looked to the opposite side from time to time, occasionally smiling at her husband. 

Everything looks harmonious.

She loved this kind of simple and warm moments together, which made her decide to want to share this life for a long time with the man in front of her.

After eating, Lilia led Jean to the sofa in the living room to bask in the sun.

She leaned lazily in his arms, holding the man's arm with both hands.

The sun outside the window was quite hot, and the weather was getting warmer by the day. It almost never rained again.

Lilia narrowed her eyes, her fingers slid across the man's palm and traced along the line on the surface. "You don't have to cook anymore. With your beautiful hands, you are better suited to sign your company documents."

Jean's finger is strong and in proportion. Whenever she holds hands with him, Lilia can always feel good.

The man leaned back on the back of the sofa, staring at Lilia who was in his arms and playing with her fingers. "Don't like the food I cook?"

Lilia shook her head subconsciously. "How could I!"

"Because you like it, of course I'm happy to see you eat them wholeheartedly. If you think I work too hard, seeing you eat is a joy to me." The man gently kissed the top of her head, his strong arms tightening around her.

Lilia rubbed her forehead against his cheek. "I heard that if I eat too much in the middle until the end of pregnancy, I will gain weight crazily. At that time, you may not be able to bear to look at me with my waist after I give birth to our child. So if I turned fat, would you hate me?"

Obviously, this is a concern for Lilia who is a supermodel.

Even if a pregnant woman wanted to maintain a good body shape and slim posture, Lilia had long imagined her pregnancy in her mind from an early age. Maybe she would have a waist the size of a bucket, feet similar to those of elephants, turtle's chin, and a round face like a full moon…

Thinking of this, she was a little frightened.

The man stretched out his hand to measure her stomach. "No, you are not physically prone to fat."

Lilia curled her lips and muttered, "That means... If I gain weight… Then you won't like me anymore? Look, I ate a plate of steamed prawns alone today. If I continue to eat like this, it's no wonder I'll get fat!"

Seeing her contemplative look, the man laughed happily. "No problem. Instead, I wonder what Mrs. Widjaya looked like that when it finally happened!"

After the words came out, he paused for a moment, then leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear.  "Don't you like the scar on my back?"

Lilia thought about the scar and answered without hesitation, "I love everything about you!" 

After receiving this anwer, the man curled his lips and smiled, his hot breath gushing into her ear. "My heart is the same as yours."

The tips of her ears gradually warmed, tinged with a red mist on her cheeks.

She reached out to grab them, but the tips of her fingers were intercepted by the man. "Do you want to try Vincent's essence of refinement?"

Lilia stared suspiciously at the sun outside the window. "Now?"

The essence of repair, according to notes from Vincent, should be applied after bathing or preferably before bedtime.

"Yes, now!" The man's gaze became deep and distant, even his breath carried a burning heat.

He grabbed Lilia's shoulder to make her sit up straight, and then his strong arms passed through her leg cavity.

The man hugged her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mrs. Widjaya is like a queen, I hope the queen doesn't mind."

Lilia faintly smelled a "conspiracy" here!

She breathed a little, and when she was hugged by the man and walked up the stairs, she shuddered. "You can only apply that essence after a shower or at night. All of that is written in the manual that Vincent gave me."

Jean's pupils deepened, his thin lips were slightly sideways, and there was a fire burning in his eyes. "No problem, you can take a shower now!"

Lilia was speechless. She could only sigh when she heard her husband force her to take a bath.

...

At 2 PM that afternoon, Lilia felt tired and fell asleep on the bed.

Her cheeks flushed red like fire, and when she was in a daze, she felt a cold touch on her body.

She ġrȯȧnėd in her dream, tilted her head and fell asleep again.

Near the bed, the man held a bottle in his hand, poured it into his palms, rubbed it on the woman's hands, then on her stomach and waist.

He has worked hard, but he still cares a lot about his wife. If she has stretch marks, surely his wife will not be happy.

Jean gently applied the essence onto her, from her waist to her long legs, earnestly and attentively.

The man left the house at about 2:30 p.m.

Before getting into the car, he took out his cell phone and told Dina and Rini, "Take care of her."

"Yes, young master!"

Now, even in her own home, she is subject to very strict security precautions.

In order to prevent Alfred from jumping over the walls and attacking the one he loved, he had to protect Lilia wherever she was.

...

In the afternoon, at half past five, the man is still busy at the office.

Suddenly, Kenny receives important news and rushes from his office to the president's office.

He knocked on the door, and before Jean could answer, he hurriedly opened the door. "President, Mr. Alfred of Galaxy Real Estate is here!"

Right now, Jean was sitting behind his computer and watching the stock market charts. Hearing Kenny's voice, a deep grin swept across his handsome cheek. "Is there an appointment?"

Kenny shook his head. "No, someone else is downstairs, saying that he wants to see you!" 

Alfred came to visit on his own initiative, totally unexpected. But it seemed to make sense.

The man sat at the table, looking at the chart again. After closing the computer's screen, he stood up and walked to the window to see the beautiful scenery.

Then he said solemnly, "Follow the rules!" 

Kenny immediately understood what he said.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, Mr. President."

This means that Alfred won't be able to see him.

If his battle with Alfred was going to be big, he wouldn't be surprised.

He brought four bodyguards, as well as a man with a briefcase. From the looks of it, he looks a lot like a lawyer.

However, today, even if Alfred brought a hundred people, it would be useless. He did not understand anything about the man who ran this company and the company itself.

Downstairs, when Alfred learns that he needs an appointment to see Jean, his eyes suddenly turn blood red.

But he quickly covered his eyelids, blocking his emotions that almost got exposed.

Alfred then looked at Kenny in front of him and narrowed his eyes calmly. "Then, sorry to trouble you once again. Please make an appointment with Mr. Jean!"

Kenny took the tablet and showed it to Alfred. "No problem, Mr. Alfred. Judging from the president's timetable, I can make an appointment with you next month, would you be willing to do that?"

Next month?

Alfred's face gradually sank, and his tone was stiff. "No need!" 

"If this is the case, please help me convey my message. In short, if he doesn't show his face to me today, don't blame me if the Ricardo family will take actions against him in the future!"