With You For the Rest of My Life

Chapter 2 Being Trapped



Chapter 2 Being Trapped

After that accident, Burke went home more often. Although it had become a routine, Rose couldn't help but enjoy his presence more in the household.

It felt as if she had finally submitted to him. And at that thought, she couldn't help but think of the irony of it all.

Before she could go too much into it, Rose regained her composure as she continued to prepare her husband's favorite breakfast.

Besides, she knew for a fact that he had another lover.

Although they were married and she had been a very good wife, she couldn't help but lose it when she could smell the fragrance of another woman's perfume on his suit.

"Do you want to explain yourself?" she remembered herself asking.

Bruce, however, could only shrug in reply. "As long as you're my wife, you won't be replaced."

He didn't answer her question, but it was always like this. Back then, she never really thought that she'd be marrying Burke, the man who she loved for the past twelve years. And now that she finally achieved it, she wanted to be a good wife, whether it was from the heart or not.

And, that she was.

She loved him like a dog would love his master, although she could never really understand why.

He was a cold and calculative man, one who was difficult to love.

However, even then, he was still a good husband – gentle and considerate to all her needs.

When she was sick due to high fever, he came home early to take care of her, even lecturing her as if they were an old couple with only a few years to live.

She remembered how she thought she'd been dreaming. It was then when she opened her eyes and gazed at the armchair to see Burke who was scanning through a business magazine. A yellow light shone from the corner of the room, coating the line of his jaw so delicately.

She was reluctant to make a sound, wanting this moment to never end.

"You awake?" His cold voice was mixed with a trace of exhaustion and hoarseness.

She nodded in reply.

He placed down his magazine and walked to her, placing a hand on her forehead before furrowing his eyebrows. "How are you feeling now?"

"I'm fine." Her voice was still hoarse after sleeping for such a long time. Noticing this, Burke quickly poured a glass of warm water and gave it to her.

"Thank you." She avoided his gaze,

afraid that if she took one more look, she'd fall deeper into his eyes.

"Your fever is down. Get a good sleep tonight," he said, tone still cold and indifferent.

Without another word, he sat back down on the armchair and continued to scan over the magazine. As she looked back, Rose couldn't help but smile.

He wasn't as indifferent as she thought it was.

With that thought, she drifted back to sleep.

When she woke up again, the moon had already risen up and the darkness had waved over her once more. Bruce's shadow was seen at the balcony, and from the looks of it, he was talking to someone.

As she was about to call him, Burke was already rushing into the bedroom. He threw a coat in and went right outside hurriedly.

"Where are you going?" she called. After having him here the whole day, she wanted it to be like that till tomorrow.

It took a few seconds for him to register that she had awaken as he looked up, raising his eyebrow. "I've got to go. Get some sleep."

He shut the door as he left.

Rose scrunched up her eyebrows and glanced at the clock beside her.

It was 02:15.

Where did he go at this hour?

That question left so many thoughts in her head only for her to find out that he wanted to visit his lover, Amanda Zhao.

It was similar to her name, given that her nickname was Amy.

The first time he called out her name, Rose was still blind of sheer passion. She thought that it was her, that he must've pronounced it wrong.

Only to find out that it truly was another woman.

It turned out it was true, that he had a fling with another woman. With that thought, she buried all her emotions down to the bottom of her heart.

Now that he had forgotten all about their past, she felt at lost on what to do.

It was just another embarrassment for her.

Back then, all she wanted was to be married to him. Turned out, she was taking marriage way too seriously.

As much as she wanted to forget it, she still couldn't as she hoped that no matter what happened, she still had a place in his heart.

However, it still didn't go the way she wanted. Under the agreement, Burke had always been a stickler for rules while she continued to desperately chase after him.

As time had passed, she could remember his every habit, taste, and detail, making sure that she would not leave anything behind.

Rose was so tired that she sneered at him. "You've married me, yet you have another woman in your thoughts? Where's your respect?"

Seeing Amanda's beautiful figure beside her man only boiled her temper further.

Burked raised his head and stared at the angry woman in front of him. He placed his newspaper on his lap. "Are you jealous?"

Back then, her pride was nothing when Burke offered her this. However, now, her will was suddenly ignited. She flushed as her soft brows rose just a bit. "I'm just worried that I'll be gossiped on by your coworkers."

It was rare for him to stand this type of temper. He shrugged, pulling her into his arms.

"What–what are you doing?" she yelped.

"It seems I don't show my love enough to you that you're starting to think too much." He leaned and kissed her on the lips, expertly moving his tongue inside her.

At first, she tried to resist only to find herself falling deeper into his arms.

"Okay," he whispered. "I won't touch another woman,

including Amanda Zhao."

"Can you cut off all your contacts with her?"

Rose frowned.

"No, I can't."

Rose could only close her eyes at his proclamation,

wondering if any of this was real. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

A part of her didn't care anymore if he had another woman,

or if his concern for her was only a spur of the moment. She really did love him, and there was no point resisting.


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