Chapter 101 I Listen to My Wife
Malcolm's handsome face wore a serious expression, his eyes intently fixed on Reese.
"I've told you before, now that you're my wife, Reese, I won't let you come to any harm."
He was dead serious. Since she had spared no expense in healing his leg, he had made up his mind that she was the one he would protect for the rest of his life.
Without her, he might never have stood again. It was this woman who had given him a second chance at life.
There were plenty of people in the Flynn family who'd enjoy seeing him fall from grace; even his brothers seemed to take a twisted pleasure in his downfalls. Only Reese and Grandpa genuinely hoped for his recovery and betterment.
Malcolm knew all too well how Reese had tirelessly sought out remedies for him, how she'd spent day and night searching for ways to heal him. That unwavering dedication wasn't lost on him.
From the moment he realized her commitment, he knew that Reese was a woman worth marrying.
Reese had always kept her heart closely guarded, but after spending time with Malcolm, a sliver of openness had appeared. She couldn't allow him a further glimpse inside.
Gazing up, her beautiful features bore no trace of softness, just her usual icy detachment, as if nothing could reach her.
"Malcolm, I didn't nurse you back to health for accolades. I've got my reasons, and you don't need to feel obligated to do anything for me," Reese said firmly. "I've never needed anyone's protection and I don't intend to start now."
She was determined not to let this man walk into her life with ease, disrupting her pace and stirring chaos in her meticulously planned existence.
Yet, she had to admit, her heartbeat was disrupted by his actions and warm words. But that didn't mean she was ready to let him in.
Malcolm was aware that opening Reese's heart wasn't something he could achieve immediately. But when he made up his mind, he wasn't one to back down easily.
Deep down, he had this intuition that life with Reese would be nothing short of exciting.
Especially when she had faced Megan without batting an eye, and in that moment, Malcolm felt like he'd become her most ardent, almost adoring, fan.
With a gentle look in his eyes, he reached for Reese's hand without another word, leading her toward the car.
Reese's brow furrowed in frustration. Did he not heed a word she'd said?
Instinctively, she twisted her wrist, attempting to break free.
"If you keep squirming and ask me to let go," Malcolm turned and warned her with a teasing tone, "I might just have to kiss you."
"You—" Before she could object, his lips lightly touched hers, a fleeting contact yet enough to emblazon the sensation deep within her.
Taken aback, her eyes widened with irritation.
"Malcolm!" she exclaimed in annoyance.
Leaning in, he kissed her once more, sending Reese into a daze. Did he just dismiss her warnings altogether?
Malcolm realized that his wife seemed to respond well to this approach. If he had tried verbal teasing, she would've probably retaliated by now. Yet today, she was surprisingly docile.
Well, he thought, this tactic might come in handy in the future.
Seizing the moment while Reese was still bewildered, Malcolm gently but firmly guided her towards the car and ushered her inside.
Reese's stubbornness flared, and she tried to get out, but Malcolm swiftly locked the car before circling around to the driver's side, opened the door, and slid into the seat.
"You gonna stay out here if you don't head back?" he asked.
He knew he'd have to check her for injuries once they returned. The girl acted as if she didn't feel a thing, even though she was obviously hurt, yet here she was, sticking her neck out for someone else at this event.
To others, she might appear cold-hearted, but for those she cared about, she'd go through hell and high water. It's not that she wasn't cold-blooded, but, despite being injured, she still put on a brave front to help others.
Malcolm felt a mix of emotions, a twinge of sympathy, but mostly, he was baffled by her. Years of grappling in the business world had honed his people-reading skills. Even during his down years, he'd never misjudged someone, yet this girl remained an enigma to him.
He was aware she held secrets he hadn't yet uncovered, but he was in no hurry. Time was on his side, and he was content to slowly unravel her mysteries.
Reese finally eased back into her seat at the mention of going back, her eyes still sharp and piercing, with a frosty edge to their glint.
"I'm warning you, don't you dare kiss me again without my permission," she declared.
Typically quick on the uptake, she was unexpectedly bested by Malcolm today, not just once but twice.
Malcolm raised an eyebrow, a sly smile curling at his lips, his voice laced seductively. "Even if you call the cops, it won't do you any good. We're legally married, and this is just normal interaction between spouses. No one else has a say in it."
“I have a say, and let's get one thing clear—if you don't want to end up back in bed, you better not cross my line," she shot back.
Reese couldn’t fathom it, but every time she encountered Malcolm, her trademark composure seemed to crumble bit by bit under his influence.
Malcolm also noticed that while Reese verbally resisted him, she wasn't as physically combative as before, signaling that things were indeed progressing between them.
Gazing at Reese's delicate, fair face, still so arresting and luminous, he couldn’t help himself. He always enjoyed pushing boundaries, especially when it came to teasing his wife. It was his guilty pleasure.
Leaning slightly forward, Malcolm’s gaze locked with Reese's. She met his eyes warily, catching a glimpse of his sharp face, the thick lashes accentuating his deep brown eyes that sparkled with a fine light.
Her heart raced at the sight, almost spellbound by the glow in his eyes, her consciousness slightly muddled.
With his lips parting, his voice came out low and husky, "Could you really endure it?"
Reese couldn't help but feel amused, her expression threatening, "Try me. I dare you."
Malcolm's smile grew more profound, and then he straightened up.
"You take the wheel. I’ll need to keep up the act that I'm still limping when we get back."
He wasn't eager to let the folks at the Flynn family know his leg had healed, especially not that one person.
Reese didn't pry; she had a keen sense, instantly discerning the intent behind Malcolm's actions. Vincent's ambition was too glaring, coupled with a mind full of schemes and ruthless tactics—otherwise, Malcolm wouldn't have suffered his worsening leg condition for so many years.
Compared to Vincent, an outsider, she preferred to side with Malcolm. Still, she had to lay down the law.
"Don't you ever touch me again, or I'll spill the beans about your leg being all better."
She pointed at Malcolm, her tone a warning, but he didn't see that sharp edge in her eyes this time. He chuckled low.
"I'll listen to anything my wife says."
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