My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 2 Her Husband

Josie was Sylvie’s stepmother. She was popular in the entertainment industry. Though she had given

birth to two daughters, she was still good looking.

Josie had been a secret mistress, but she had means. She had successfully hid the fact that she had

been a secret mistress and led a wonderful life in the rich and powerful wife circle.

The wedding was held by Josie, even Sylvie’s wedding dress was a Milan custom. Everyone was in

praise of Josie.

Sylvie pretended she did not know anything, but looked to the door with shyness, "It is the time, why

doesn’t the groom arrive?"

As words fell, Josie was awkward.

Everyone looked at each other. Didn’t the bride know that she was to a dying man?

There was no groom at this wedding.

Martin came forward and said with guilt in eyes, "Sylvie, the groom is not feeling well today, so he won't

come. You can go directly."

Sylvie showed a bright smile, "Ok, I am leaving then."

Sylvie got into the car alone.

The guests looked at Sylvie’s figure and didn’t think she was from countryside. She was wearing a

beautiful wedding dress, absolutely beautiful.

And her gentle appearance made everyone hold sympathy for her. They looked at Josie and

whispered.

She was a stepmother. She wanted to use other’s daughter to marry a dying man for her own daughter.

Josie was embarrassed. The wedding was in her control, but Sylvie directly reversed the situation. It

seemed that she had looked down on Sylvie.

But the days were long, and she had ways to deal with her!

...

Sylvie came to the Orchid Villa and into the bridal chamber. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

There was no light in the room, it was dark and chilly.

Sylvie became alert. She came to the bed and vaguely saw a man lying in the bed.

This was her husband.

Sylvie stretched out her hand and wanted to check his pulse.

But the next moment, her slender wrist was clasped by a few long fingers, and she was under his body.

Sylvie was surprised. It was said that her husband was terminally ill, but now the hand on her wrist was

vigorous and powerful. He was clearly a healthy man.

Who was he?

Sylvie up her knees quickly and targeted at his crotch.

But the man was faster, and he easily dodged her attack, bending his knee and pinning her down.

Quick, accurate, fierce.

"Who are you? Let go of me!"

Sylvie struggled, the two people's bodies rubbed across the thin cloth.

Very soon a deep and magnetic voice was sounded, "You are excited, do you want to have sex now?"

"..."

Sylvie suddenly realized that the man appeared in this room should be her husband, but her husband

was not ill. He was a strong young man.

By this time, the man's long fingers had fallen down on the buttons of her dress, and he was undoing

them one by one.

Sylvie seized his big hand, "I am not moving. What are you doing?"

“Cry out.”

What?

Then Sylvie heard a sneaky voice from outside the bridal chamber. It was a maid holding the old lady,

"Madam Lowe, this is not good, let’s go back..."

"SHH." The old lady made a hissing gesture angrily. "I'll hear with my ears, not my eyes!"

Madam Lowe bent over the window eavesdropping.

Sylvie wanted to go and check, but Kieran Lowe pressed her shoulder, "Cry out."

Sylvie knew he needed her cooperation, but...

"I don’t know how to cry."

Kieran looked at the girl under his body. She was not reserved and ashamed.

Kieran's two big hands came to her dress and pulled it out.

Ah.

Sylvie only felt cool, covered her chest. She exclaimed.

Kieran hooked his lips, "Will you cry now?"

"..."

Sylvie lifted her eyes, shameless!

Kieran held his hands by her sides, trapping her in his arms and mimicking some action.

In such a dark room, the big bed was gurgling. Sylvie was a girl after all, her earlobe went red.

"Keep crying, or I'll be serious." Then he uttered a low menacing voice.

Sylvie did not doubt his words, so she closed her eyes and cried out.

Outside Madam Lowe clasped her hands, "Great, my grandson is not a gay, not impotent, he had sex!

Thank God, I'm going to have a great grandchild!"

Madam Lowe was happy and then left.

Sylvie stretched her hand to push the man. Kieran released her.

He turned on the wall lamp.

Under the dusky light, Sylvie sat up, did her button, covering her shoulders and delicate skin.

She lifted her eyes and looked at the man.

The man had been out of the bed. He was handsome and noble.

But Sylvie had no time to appreciate his handsome face, on the contrary, her pupils slightly shrank.

Because this man...

“It's you!”

He was the man on the train!

He was her husband!

Sylvie knew she was to marry a terminally ill man, so she did a lot of preparation, but she never

expected it would be him.

That day on the train she loudly rebuked him and said that she was to marry into the Orchid Villa.

Kieran showed a smile, "You recognized me. I said, I will see you soon."

The butler told him, a girl from countryside if Shaw family would marry him.

As long as Grandma was happy.

And the yokel was her.

But she did not look like a yokel.

He had seen with his own eyes how she had made the scar man fall on the train.