The Unwanted Wife

"No change of clothes? If you dont mind, you can wear mine for now!" The mans deep, magnetic voice broke the silence.

Jasmine Joe looked up in a panic, and a clean mens black T-shirt along with a pair of black mens shorts were handed to her.

The room was dimly lit, and the mans powerful hands flashed before her eyes, with thick calluses on his palms. His skin was tanned, his arm muscles full like rolling hills, exuding a strong masculine aura.

It was he who, in the heavy rain, carried her effortlessly through the muddy puddles and brought her home.

Clutching his clothes in her hand, Jasmine felt her ears burn, and finally dared to look him in the eyes, to see his face.

He was Rick Poole.

Her never-before-met new husband, and tonight was their first meeting, as well as their wedding night.

Continuous heavy rain had caused her wedding car to get stuck in the mud, and it was he who carried her back home.

He was tall, standing at six feet three inches, and had to duck slightly in the lowly adobe house.

With sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face chiseled like a sculpture, his short hair was as sharp as a knife, cold yet masculine.

On the way back, the man carried her horizontally.

She held an umbrella for him, but he complained that it blocked his view, coldly ordering her more than once to hold it further away, so much so that in the end, the umbrella covered her completely while half of his body was drenched by the rain.

At this moment, his soaked vest and trousers clung to him.

Drenched, they recklessly outlined his powerful pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and the leg strength that made one blush and heartbeat race.

His dark, bottomless eyes swept over, and Jasmine felt her chest tighten for no reason.

He probably wouldnt realize that she was a fake, an impostor, right?

If he found out that she was just a foster daughter forced to marry in place of the real Yan Joe, she dared not think about the consequences.

But she didnt do it willingly; to force her to marry, Mrs. Joe not only hid her admission notice but also cut off her fathers treatment.

Her fathers cranial surgery was performed by the worlds top neurosurgeon; missing this chance meant he would never wake up again.

Only by her fulfilling the marriage contract in place of Yan Joe could her fathers surgery proceed smoothly!

Her happiness was nothing, but her father, her adoptive father Joe Heng, was the most important person in the world to her, her savior.

She couldnt ignore her fathers life or death.

Suppressing her emotions, Jasmine clenched the soft fabric in her hand and looked around the simple wedding room, blushing and saying, "Id like to take a bath first..."

The light restrained the ink color in the mans eyes, and Ricks deep, cold voice struck her eardrum.

"The bathroom is outside, Ill take you there!"

Jasmine gritted her teeth and followed him, carrying the clothes in her arms.

The rain stopped.

The simple farmhouse was filled with the smell of dampness, accompanied by the occasional barking of dogs from afar, pitch black.

This was an impoverished mountainous area dozens of miles away from Harbor City.

Although she had mentally prepared herself before marrying in, the environment still made her somewhat uncomfortable.

The bathroom was very simple, made of a shed.

Rick, tall and long-legged, bent down to carry a pot of hot water from the kitchen for her and turned on the light in the bathroom, "Ill wait for you outside."

His voice was low, but his aggressive gaze did not linger on her.

Although shameful, she did not refuse him to guard the door for her because this place was too desolate and dark; she felt unsafe bathing here alone.

Carefully securing the wooden door from the inside, she began to undress.

Thinking of the strange man standing outside, her new husband.

Jasmine felt her whole body was burning hot.

According to Mrs. Joe, he was a man who hadnt read much since childhood, uncultured and vulgar, a gangster, with blood on his hands, had been to prison, and had just been released half a year ago.

After his release, he couldnt find a job due to his criminal record and could only work as a laborer moving bricks on a construction site in the city.

The marriage contract between the Poole and Joe families was made twenty years ago, but how could the high-and-mighty Miss Joe be willing to marry into this impoverished area? And bear children for a gangster?

But Rick had said that if the Joe family did not send someone to marry him, he didnt mind returning to his old ways and causing the Poole family to mourn the loss of their children.

Mrs. Joe was afraid that he was fearless and would ruin Yan Joes reputation, so she let her, the foster daughter, marry in her place.

Although Mrs. Joe spoke ill of Rick, Jasmine experienced long-lost chivalry and warmth from him tonight.

She thought he might not be as despicable as rumored.

Perhaps he was a good person.

He might also love his wife like a normal man.

Thinking this way, she felt a little more comforted and relieved.

Soon, the sound of water splashing through the door reached the open outdoors.

In the deep silence of the night, the sound was particularly clear.

Rick stood alone on the steps in front of the main house, casually lifting the soaked vest off his body, revealing a strong physique, matching his exceptionally tall body, exuding a strong sexual tension.

He took a bucket of water from the tap in the yard and poured it over his head.

He washed up in two or three minutes.

His dark gaze happened to see the slender figure outlined on the glass of the wooden door.

The ups and downs stirred, Rick averted his gaze, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The red glow, the dense fog, obscured the dark emotions in his eyes.

Suddenly—

A snap.

The light in the bathroom went out.

After a while, a panicked cry came from inside, "Rick... Rick, are you there?"

"Whats wrong?"

The man lowered his eyes, his sexy, deep voice wrapped in the chill of the night.

As if everything was within his expectations, he approached step by step, stopping at the bathroom door, his tall shadow pressing over, blocking the remaining light in the room.

Jasmine in the bathroom, blushing and embarrassed, tried to stop him, "No, dont come over yet! Is it a power outage?"

She felt for the light switch, but the bathroom was too narrow, and she was unfamiliar with the layout, tumbling in her haste, and slipped, falling out!

"Ah!"

The bathroom door was directly broken open by Rick.

The small door lock couldnt stop him at all.

Rick shone a flashlight over, and at a glance, he saw her naked in the corner of the bathroom.

The cigarette in his mouth was clenched tighter by him.

He was tall and strong, reaching out and pulling the woman on the ground up in one move.

Jasmine instinctively wanted to hold him tight but didnt want him to see her body.

But just as the flashlight lit up, he had seen everything there was to see and not to see.

His cold hand tightly grasped her waist, asking directly, as if he was about to start fulfilling his duty as a husband, "Are you done washing?"