The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 32: Chapter 32
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He didn't like what I did yesterday. There was no other reason for him to want to talk about it. If I was given a chance to time travel then I would choose to go back to last night without a second thought.
It was already lunch time and my stomach was growling. So I went downstairs hopping to cook something but only to be halted to an abrupt stop before I made it all the way down.
The handsome man I saw today morning was cooking in the kitchen. He was frying something in a pan and his hands were moving so swiftly as if he was an expert in this. If only that man wasn't my husband I would have been bewitched by him.
I inched a little closer to Marcus and peeked over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
"I thought you were vegetarian. Why are you frying sausages?" I pointed at the pan.
" Oh these are for you" I felt like my eyes would pop out of their sockets. I was surprised to learn that this piece of wood had a heart. I continued to watch as he simply stared at me with curious eyes.
"What are you gonna eat?" I quickly broke the awkward staring contest we were having.
"I was planning on making spaghetti for both of us. Cheese for me and sausage for you"
A small smile crept to my face as he said it. I couldn't help but stare into his beautiful green eyes. They were mesmerizing. One could easily get lost in those eyes which were as beautiful as the ocean itself.
But he was so bipolar. One day he ignores me and the next day he cooks for me. And to be honest I was also bipolar. One day I hate him and the other day I see him as a hot angel descended down from heaven.
"I'll help you" Not wanting to be useless I took the spaghetti and started cooking. I quickly learned that he and I both like spicy food. So I added more sauce to the first meal we were about to share in his house.
We talked about simple stuff. Mostly related to the food we liked. As I cooked I saw Marcus looking at me several times and it made my heart flutter.
I didn't know what had gotten into me but ever since I saw him so fragile all I wanted to do was take care of him. But I knew better than to fall for him. It would only hurt me in the end.
"Okay done" I raised my hands up in victory and he chuckled.
After taking the plates to the table we ate our decent meal in silence. But thankfully it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.
"You want ice cream?" I asked with excitement.
"Sure" He nodded his head with a smile. Did he just smile? What crawled up his ass last night?
While I took the ice cream from the freezer he put the dishes in the dishwasher.
I opened the ice cream container and took a spoon to serve it into bowls. Marcus stood beside me waiting for his ice cream. We both liked vanilla so we decided to eat it.
Marcus said he eats chocolate when necessary but never as an ice cream and I on the other had eats chocolate in any form possible.
"Okay mister here is your ice cream" I swung the spoon like a wand as I handed him his bowl.
My magical spoon decided to go against my commands. As I swung the spoon around, the ice cream in it flew off and landed on Marcus's face.
Shit.
He closed his eyes as ice cream dripped from his face.
I stared at him in shock for a moment but then couldn't hold back the laughter that was trying to escape my lips. His cheeks were covered in vanilla ice cream making him look like a ghost you would find in scooby doo.
Soon I started cracking up. I kept my hands on the kitchen counter for support and bent down, laughing hard.
"Are you laughing at me?" Marcus asked with a serious tone but a few second later he chuckled seeing me laughing.
"I can't- you don't need a bowl. Just lick your face"
"Well let's see how your wand works on you" Marcus winked and took my spoon and swung it just like I did.
All the ice cream in the spoon was thrown at my face and I gasped loudly. I raised my head to look at Marcus only to see him laughing.
He looks so cute when he laughs. Wait! What crawled up my ass today?
After we both spent hours of laughing at each other we both went to our rooms to take a shower. As I came out I saw Marcus's room through my glass windows which stretched as big as one wall.
Marcus was standing near his glass wall, already changed into a white shirt and black pants. He had his towel around his neck and his head was bent low. I edged closer to the window and faintly saw him smiling to himself.
Suddenly he turned to my way and I quickly ducked, already red with embarassment. I crawled to the side in all fours and closed the curtains.
It was already lunch time and my stomach was growling. So I went downstairs hopping to cook something but only to be halted to an abrupt stop before I made it all the way down.
The handsome man I saw today morning was cooking in the kitchen. He was frying something in a pan and his hands were moving so swiftly as if he was an expert in this. If only that man wasn't my husband I would have been bewitched by him.
I inched a little closer to Marcus and peeked over his shoulder to see what he was doing.
"I thought you were vegetarian. Why are you frying sausages?" I pointed at the pan.
" Oh these are for you" I felt like my eyes would pop out of their sockets. I was surprised to learn that this piece of wood had a heart. I continued to watch as he simply stared at me with curious eyes.
"What are you gonna eat?" I quickly broke the awkward staring contest we were having.
"I was planning on making spaghetti for both of us. Cheese for me and sausage for you"
A small smile crept to my face as he said it. I couldn't help but stare into his beautiful green eyes. They were mesmerizing. One could easily get lost in those eyes which were as beautiful as the ocean itself.
But he was so bipolar. One day he ignores me and the next day he cooks for me. And to be honest I was also bipolar. One day I hate him and the other day I see him as a hot angel descended down from heaven.
"I'll help you" Not wanting to be useless I took the spaghetti and started cooking. I quickly learned that he and I both like spicy food. So I added more sauce to the first meal we were about to share in his house.
We talked about simple stuff. Mostly related to the food we liked. As I cooked I saw Marcus looking at me several times and it made my heart flutter.
I didn't know what had gotten into me but ever since I saw him so fragile all I wanted to do was take care of him. But I knew better than to fall for him. It would only hurt me in the end.
"Okay done" I raised my hands up in victory and he chuckled.
After taking the plates to the table we ate our decent meal in silence. But thankfully it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.
"You want ice cream?" I asked with excitement.
"Sure" He nodded his head with a smile. Did he just smile? What crawled up his ass last night?
While I took the ice cream from the freezer he put the dishes in the dishwasher.
I opened the ice cream container and took a spoon to serve it into bowls. Marcus stood beside me waiting for his ice cream. We both liked vanilla so we decided to eat it.
Marcus said he eats chocolate when necessary but never as an ice cream and I on the other had eats chocolate in any form possible.
"Okay mister here is your ice cream" I swung the spoon like a wand as I handed him his bowl.
My magical spoon decided to go against my commands. As I swung the spoon around, the ice cream in it flew off and landed on Marcus's face.
Shit.
He closed his eyes as ice cream dripped from his face.
I stared at him in shock for a moment but then couldn't hold back the laughter that was trying to escape my lips. His cheeks were covered in vanilla ice cream making him look like a ghost you would find in scooby doo.
Soon I started cracking up. I kept my hands on the kitchen counter for support and bent down, laughing hard.
"Are you laughing at me?" Marcus asked with a serious tone but a few second later he chuckled seeing me laughing.
"I can't- you don't need a bowl. Just lick your face"
"Well let's see how your wand works on you" Marcus winked and took my spoon and swung it just like I did.
All the ice cream in the spoon was thrown at my face and I gasped loudly. I raised my head to look at Marcus only to see him laughing.
He looks so cute when he laughs. Wait! What crawled up my ass today?
After we both spent hours of laughing at each other we both went to our rooms to take a shower. As I came out I saw Marcus's room through my glass windows which stretched as big as one wall.
Marcus was standing near his glass wall, already changed into a white shirt and black pants. He had his towel around his neck and his head was bent low. I edged closer to the window and faintly saw him smiling to himself.
Suddenly he turned to my way and I quickly ducked, already red with embarassment. I crawled to the side in all fours and closed the curtains.
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