Chapter 174 I, as a husband... have been quite a failure
His lips touched her forehead as he softly called out, "Isabella."
Isabella froze in place, he called her with such intimacy...
"From now on, let's spend every day like this," Sebastian's voice was magnetic and low, "Promise me, okay?"
He rarely spoke in such a negotiating tone.
Isabella thought to herself, if only she didn't love him.
If she didn't love him, she would be willing to continue the charade, to keep it up until the end, through to divorce, and a clean break.
But Isabella did love him; she cared, she minded. Lynda's existence was a thorn in her heart; her own presence merely paved the way for Lynda... It made her unbearably sad.
"Okay," Isabella responded, "But you have to promise me one thing too."
Sebastian visibly tensed before responding, "Promise you what?"
He probably thought she would bring up Lynda again.
"You have to respect me," Isabella said, looking up at him, "You can't force me to do things I don't want to do."
He sighed deeply, "...How could I bear to force you?"
His gentle tone made it subconsciously clear how precious he must consider the one in his arms.
"Deal, we'll do as we say."
"We'll do as we say."
But Isabella, still feeling a bit uneasy, glanced at him. She rose from his embrace and extended her pinky finger: "Pinky swear."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at such a childish gesture.
"Come on, pinky swear," Isabella urged, "Words alone aren't enough."
"You don't trust me?"
"It's just that promises like these are better with a little ceremony."
"Alright." Sebastian nodded and hooked her pinky with his.
Isabella looked at their linked fingers and smiled knowingly, "Okay, now go take a shower."
"Hm?"
"Don't you always take a shower before bed? Aren't you always neat and have a thing for cleanliness?"
"I just said, we'll take one together later."
Isabella blinked, "Why later?"
"What do you think?" Sebastian countered.
"I don't know; I'm going to sleep." She quickly lay down and didn't forget to pull up the covers, "You should rest early too, good night."
The corners of Sebastian's eyes lifted high.
His gaze slowly began to become more intense; it seemed... he had guessed something.
After all, Isabella's subtle tactics were easily seen through by him.
But every time... Sebastian would be fooled by her, only realizing it afterward.
Wise all his life, always befuddled in front of her for a moment.
"Aren't you going?" Isabella said, "What are you waiting for?"
"I always fall into your traps." Sebastian raised his hand to his forehead, "Time and again. Isabella, I've been fooled by you so many times."
She feigned innocence, "When have I ever tricked you..."
Sebastian's hand fell, resting on the corner of the blanket: "What if I don't want to take now?"
Isabella: "Not taking a shower is dirty."
Sebastian: "I mean not taking right now."
Isabella slowly moved his hand away: "Whether it's sooner or later, you still need to take a shower, so go ahead."
"You want to have sex with me." Sebastian gripped her hand back, "So you tricked me."
Isabella: "If I say you are right, will you be angry?"
Sebastian: "...No."
Isabella was skeptical: "Really?"
"Really," Sebastian answered. "I just want you to tell me honestly why... you don't want to."
"Because I'm tired," she said. "I want to sleep."
"That's the reason?"
Isabella nodded repeatedly: "Yes."
"When will you not be tired? Hm? Or rather, when would you want to?"
Is this man not ashamed at all?
"How would I know that..."
No sooner had Isabella finished speaking than Sebastian suddenly leaned down, his deep eyes staring straight into hers: "You don't want to? Really?"
"Uh..."
"Weren't you satisfied before?"
Isabella started blushing.
"Did I not do well?"
"Sebastian, you..."
He asked again, "Didn't serve you well?"
Unable to endure any longer, Isabella stretched out her hand and covered his mouth: "Stop talking!"
But Sebastian caught her hand and kissed it gently at his lips: "It seems that I, as a husband... have been quite a failure."
"You're just realizing that!"
In every aspect, he was a failure, except when it came to spending money, with open-handed generosity.
"Then I'll have to try harder in the future," Sebastian said. "I also know how I should try harder now."
Isabella looked at him in alarm.
No way... he was already very, very good, really!
If he tried any harder, would she even be able to survive in the future?
"Why are you looking at me with such fear?" Sebastian asked. "Afraid that I can't control myself and will go back on my word?"
"I think it's not about whether you try hard..."
"Then what is it?"
Isabella swallowed: "I told you, I don't want to..."
"Why don't you want to? The reason?"
"I just purely want to... rest, that's all."
"But," Sebastian's voice was full of magnetism, deliberately lowered, "you might not want to, but I do."
"Do you want to feel it?" he asked. "It's pretty obvious."
Isabella blinked rapidly, trying to think of a strategy.
"No need..." she said. "You, you just promised me, you won't force me."
Sebastian responded calmly: "I am not forcing you; this isn't forcing, right, Isabella??"
"I... I just want to sleep, it's getting late."
"But now, I feel very frustrated," Sebastian said. "Isabella, do you have the heart to see me suffer like this?"
"I..."
"This could affect your happiness for the rest of your life."
In her mind, Isabella cursed. That should be concerning Lynda's happiness for the rest of her life!
But she didn't say it out loud. With Sebastian, as long as she didn't mention the name "Lynda," they could maintain a harmonious everyday life as husband and wife.
"So, so what should we do?" she asked. "I... you, you figure it out yourself."
"What can I figure out?"
"Try to think!"
Sebastian sighed, really wanting to throw caution to the wind, but could only mock himself: "In this situation, I still have to figure things out by myself... What kind of reasoning is that?"
Isabella snickered, "Endurance is good for your health."
Sebastian: "I'm very healthy."
Isabella: "Then you should exercise more restraint."
Sebastian didn't speak, but suddenly gripped her hand.
Sebastian... what... what is he trying to do!
Countless thoughts flew through her mind, making Isabella increasingly nervous.
She didn't even dare to continue the thought, quickly retracting her hand, but he grasped it even tighter.
"What do you... III... can't!"
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