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CHAPTER 7. Is her husband not passionate?

Mark's long eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't open his eyes. Looking at his cold and bewitching face, Paula's heartbeat began to speed up.

She leaned over and was about to kiss her husband, but in the end, she gave up. She pulled her body back.

"Let's just forget about it. Maybe what Auntie said wasn't accurate. Happiness doesn't necessarily depend on whether you sleep with your husband or not."

At that moment, her phone rang. It was Laura Jongh, her aunt.

"Paula, did everything go well last night? Wasn't last night supposed to be a bridal night for you and Mr. Mark?"

Paula and Laura's clear voices could be heard clearly as they spoke.

"It didn't go well." How could it go well if she and Mark didn't do it?

"Did you not do it?"

"No!"

"Paula," Laura said seriously from the other end of the line.

"You must remember your current identity. You are now the daughter-in-law of the Aliston family. Your top priority is to deliver a baby for the Aliston family. Don't forget that you promised to have a baby for Mark in two years!"

Paula clutched her mobile phone tightly. "Aunty, don't worry. I won't forget."

After the phone went dead, Paula no longer found her husband on the bed. She was sure he had left in his wheelchair.

Paula immediately followed him outside.

In the dining room below, a man dressed in black sat at the table and slowly started eating his breakfast.

His eyes were still wrapped in black silk, and he looked so calm.

"Miss, let's have breakfast!"

Seeing Paula about to go downstairs, Corrie immediately asked her to come down with vigor. "Let's try the food I cooked to see if it suits your taste!"

There was ham, milk, and sandwiches, just like Corrie had said. She had never eaten those before. So she didn't dare eat anything that wasn't to her taste.

Suddenly, she remembered that she had put a plate of homemade pickles in the fridge. She quickly grabbed it and ate it with gusto.

Mark frowned and asked across the wide dining table. "What are you eating?" Mark asked after opening his black silk.

"Food you don't like Just like Mrs. Corrie said." Standing at a distance, Mrs. Corrie felt a chill run down her spine.

"I did not learn your preferences clearly. I didn't know that you didn't eat this kind of home cooking. I made it for you based on what I ate, but Mrs. Corrie forbade me."

"Really?" Mark lowered his glass of milk and immediately hit the dining table, which made a sharp sound filled with a sense of danger.

The shock almost sent Mrs. Corrie crashing to the ground.

"I haven't even tasted how Madame cooks in this house." The heavy voice was as cold as winter.

Mark asked for the food Paula had made earlier and ate it with chopsticks. It was a flavor he had never tasted before. There was a spicy flavor between the sourness and sweetness.

"I like your cooking." He put down his chopsticks with a grace that made Paula smile.

"Mrs. Corrie, when did you know I didn't like this?"

No wonder the young lady came into the room in a rage. It was all because of Mrs. Corrie?

Corrie hasn't answered yet. She was asked by Mark to stay there until Paula finished breakfast. After finishing, Mark asked Paula to get ready because she had to go to university.

It was only then that Paula realized When she looked at the time, she would have a lesson in a minute.

After finishing changing, she went back downstairs. "I've asked a driver to take you to your university. Go home early after you finish."

Paula blushed and said, "Thank you."

After Paula's departure, Mark taught Mrs. Corrie a lesson so that she would no longer dare to forbid Paula.


Paula entered the classroom three minutes before the class started.

Charlotte gave her a puzzled look. "Are you really coming to class?"

The girl in her faded jeans and white T-shirt nodded. There was no make-up and no change to suggest that she was now someone's wife.

Charlotte stared at Paula unblinkingly, like she was seeing a ghost.

If she hadn't forgotten, Paula's husband was twenty-five years old. He must be wild and passionate after marriage.

But why was there no love bite on Paula's neck? Why wasn't her voice hoarse? Should she be in so much pain that she can't get out of bed?

Is Paula's husband not only disabled but also barren? Couldn't he do it even if Paula took control?

So how could Paula be happy for the rest of her life? Instantly, Charlotte felt pity and sadness, afraid that her sahabtah's desires would not be able to be fulfilled during her lifetime.

So she secretly sent a message to her cousin, who was a doctor.

"Is there any medicine to help cure male infertility?"

Her cousin quickly responded to her message. "What are the specific symptoms? Is it short-lived or too small? Or can't get hard at all?"

Charlotte glanced at Paula.

She was still listening to the lesson and taking notes without thinking.

Even if Charlotte asked Paula that kind of question, Paula would definitely not reveal it.

"Everyone. Help me get the medicine. I'll pick it up after school."

'Pau, I can only help you with this.'


After class, Charlotte said she had a stomachache and wanted Paula to accompany her to the hospital where her cousin worked.

Paula didn't refuse, and she complied. Arriving at the hospital, Paula waited outside while reading a book.

"Paula?" The woman was startled and raised her head.

She looked at the man who greeted her, but when she saw the man's face, her whole body was suddenly stunned.

Arthur Smith.

The handsome man in front of him, wearing a white coat, was a senior he had admired for a long time when he was in middle school.

A faint smile spread across Arthur's handsome face.

Then he rubbed Paula's head lovingly. "You're still beautiful. How old are you now?"

Paula's eyes lit up as she answered seriously: "I'm already twenty years old."

The man turned his head and chuckled. "Why did you come to the hospital?"

"My friend is receiving treatment inside."

Kevin looked down and checked what time it was.

"It's almost lunch time. Your friend might be old. I'm going to go have lunch. You're coming with me, right?"

"Let's go." Arthur smiled a little and started walking, holding Paula's hand slowly.

Paula texted Charlotte where she was.

While waiting for the food to arrive, her mobile phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

Paula apologized to Arthur before answering the call.

"Where are you?"

The cold, deep voice was somewhat familiar.

She frowned. "Are you..."

"Your husband!"

Paula was shocked. "How come you have my personal number?"

"Does that seem very strange to you?" The man's cold voice pierced her ears.

"Go home and eat with me. Leave that man alone!"

Paula was shocked. How could he know if he was currently with Arthur?

"We just ordered food and are about to arrive. "It would be rude to just leave." Paula tried to negotiate.

"Ten minutes!" After that, the call was disconnected.

"Your girlfriend?" asked Arthur as he looked at her.

"He's not my boyfriend." Paula scratched her head awkwardly.

"He's my husband."

The smile on Arthur's face turned stiff.

"When did you get married, and how long have you known him?" Arthur turned into a detective.

"Last week. And I've known him for a year." Paula lied to Arthur, not wanting him to mock her for being set up with Mark.

"Do you love him?"

Paula felt a little offended by Arthur's words. She remembered declaring her love for him two days before he graduated.

"Of course."

The air instantly became cold. They were completely silent with their thoughts.

"Paula!" Just as they were caught in an awkward silence, Charlotte opened the door and stepped inside.

"Your husband's driver is waiting for you outside. Would you still like to chat for a while?"

Paula quickly looked at the time. It had been exactly ten minutes since Mark had called her.

Therefore, she stood up and looked at Arthur slightly apologetically. "I apologise. I'm leaving first."

Arthur nodded. "Take care of yourself."

"Pau, I asked my cousin to prepare this specially. It's medicine to heal your husband's leg nerve."

As soon as they left the cafeteria, Charlotte put several vials of medicine in Paula's bag.

"Disabled people have very low self-esteem. If you tell him that this medicine is to heal his leg, he will definitely think that you are discriminating against him. Therefore, you should tell him that it is a vitamin and tonic for his body! I have torn off the instructions and labels and have written down the dosage and timing on a piece of paper!"

"Thank you." Paula still felt bad about not being able to talk much with Arthur. Her heart was in turmoil, so she didn't study the properties of the medicine properly.

After finishing, Robert took Sophie back to the mansion.

In the quiet and empty mansion, Mark sat alone at the dining room table. The midday light elongated his figure with an inexplicable feeling of loneliness.

Once he was well seated in a chair, he looked at the large banquet on the table in confusion. "Do we have guests?"

"No!"

The man said coldly, "Just us."

Paula was so dumbfounded that she could barely speak. "We can't eat all this."

Mark gripped the chopsticks slowly. "I specifically asked the chef to cook a few more dishes."

"Because?"

Holding the chopsticks, the man's hand tightened slightly. Then he laughed. "Just in case. After all, on the eighth day of their marriage, Mrs. Aliston went to a restaurant to eat with another man. Others might think that I treated her badly."

Sophie was silent. Taking a deep breath, she said, "It's not that I think the food at home is bad, and it's not that I don't want to go home to eat."

"I just met an acquaintance at the hospital."

The man arched his eyebrows. "Why did you go to the hospital?"

Paula got up and rummaged through her bag. Then she placed the medicine bottle Charlotte had given her in front of her.

"You're not feeling well. I went to get some vitamins for you."

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