Chapter 14

Kamila backed away. Her heart was pounding in this position. However, Gerald swiftly pulled Kamila's slender waist until their position became more intimate. Hugging. 

"Why are you like this? Keeping away from your husband? You'll fall!" Gerald said softly. 
Oh my God. Help me. Kamila was trembling. Feeling nervous. 
"I'm sorry." Kamila said softly. 
"Answer my previous question!" 
"I was drowning. Two kids accidentally pushed me. I'm fine because the doctor took care of it." Kamila didn't dare to lie. 

Gerald looked at Kamila's face. The hand on her waist was now on her chin. 

"My wife apparently can't swim." Gerald felt anxious, especially since Kamila's cheeks had turned red. She was so beautiful. 
"Take it easy. I'll teach you many things." Gerald whispered in Kamila's ear. Kamila shuddered because Gerald kissed the tip of her ear. 
"You haven't eaten yet. Let me get it for you." Kamila changed the subject to get out of her current position. 
"I want to eat you. May I?" Gerald gently stroked Kamila's cheek. 

Kamila's heart was racing. She understood what Gerald meant. Kamila had grown up. 

"I'll get the food first. You need to take your medicine." Kamila hurriedly got up before Gerald could do anything else. Her husband loved to do the unexpected. 

As Kamila neared the door, she saw a small child enter the room. 

"Mama, how are you?" Alvero asked with a sad face.

Kamila smiled and crouched down. "I'm okay. What are you doing here?" Kamila stroked Alvero's hair.
 
"I want to see Mama and Papa." Alvero saw Gerald on the bed and approached him. 
"Papa, I'm glad you're better. That kiss worked! Come on, let's play." Gerald grasped her hand with his tiny hand. 

Kamila was embarrassed to remember that. She took Alvero a little away from Gerald. "Honey, let's play with Papa later. Papa hasn't recovered yet. Papa also wants to eat first. If Papa is fully healthy, You can play together. Okay?" 
"Yes. I can't wait." Alvero looked excited. 

Kamila smiled as she led Alvero out of the room. 

"Why does Alvero call you Mama?" Gerald asked. He looked confused from the beginning about why he was also called Papa. 
"Because Alvero is your son. That is, my son too." 
"Alvero is not my son." 

Kamila understood; maybe Gerald didn't know yet because he had just woken up from a coma. "I was told by Bianca. Alvero is already your adopted son. The great master adopted Alvero as your son because Alvero's biological father is dead." 

Gerald immediately glared. "Liam is dead."
 
Kamila didn't know who Liam was. It was probably Gerald's cousin, Alvero's biological papa. "I don't know much. I'm just relaying what Bianca told me. Maybe you can ask your parents." 

Gerald's face turned red. His jaw hardened. Both hands were clenched tightly. "Shit!" He muttered.
Kamila was very scared. She knew that Gerald was angry. Kamila rushed out, afraid of being targeted. Kamila kept thinking, Is there something wrong with what she said? 

Gerald moved slowly. He picked up the cell phone that he hadn't used in a long time. 

"Is it true that Liam is dead?" I asked someone who was Gerald's right-hand man. 
"Yes, sir. During the incident, Mr. Liam died while you were in a coma." Victor was his name. 
"Damn! Hurry up and teach him a lesson. Find out who masterminded yesterday's incident. A life must be paid with a life!" 
"Yes, sir. You'd better stay at home and not activate the other number. They might track you down. Think about the conditions." Victor explained. 
"I already know about that! I need to recover soon to get my revenge. It will be safe at home because they won't be able to dismantle the defenses sent by the head of the biggest mafia in the city." The head of the mafia used to be Max, but now the position belongs to Gerald. 

Max's charm as the head of the mafia is still feared by the other mafia. His sadistic killer spirit is still there. Gerald inherited his father's traits. Ruthless. He did not hesitate to kill his opponents. They controlled the whole city. Therefore, many wanted to eliminate the mafia family in order to be the strongest and become the ruler. Bloody battles that cost lives were common. It has been going on for years and generations.
"I'm waiting to hear from you!" Gerald ended the call. 

Gerald was still emotional. When he remembered that fight, Still not accepting, his cousin died in the dirty hands of the mafia. Gerald remembered that at that time, Liam tried to help him, but Liam was the one who got hit. After that, Gerald didn't remember anything else. 

Gerald turned to the door when someone came. Kamila approached while carrying porridge. Although Kamila was still afraid, she was even more afraid of being killed for not feeding Gerald. 

"I brought porridge for you to eat." Kamila gave it to Gerald. 
Gerald looked unappetizing. “Bribe me!" 

Kamila glared. "The doctor said you're awake; slowly move all your limbs so you don't get stiff." 
"Bribe or kiss me?" 

Kamila was immediately nervous. "Why are you talking about kissing?" 

"I remembered what Alvero said. You kissed me, and I came to my senses. How many times did you kiss me, and where?" Gerald asked. 

Kamila's cheeks flushed. "I'm embarrassed to say. Don't ask about it." 
"Just answer! Or do you want me to kill you?" 

Kamila took a few steps back. She began to fear and tremble. Inevitably, Kamila answered. "I kissed you twice. One on the cheek, one on the lips." 

Gerald smiled wryly. "I was just joking. There is no way I would kill my own wife."

Nothing is impossible in this world. Kamila thought so, especially living with a notorious mafia family. Kamila went over and sat on the bed to feed Gerald. Kamila felt uncomfortable because Gerald kept staring at her face. 

Gerald ate with gusto until the food ran out. Kamila saw some porridge stuck to Gerald's lips. She took the initiative to clean it up. However, Gerald held back her hand, which almost reached her lips.
 
Kamila felt embarrassed. She doesn't know why she did that. Kamila thought maybe Gerald didn't like her. Kamila immediately withdrew her hand. 

"Sorry, I just wanted to clean the porridge off your lips." 
Gerald smiled wryly. "Don't use your hands. Use your lips!" 

Kamila's blood rushed. How could she do that? Kamila's heart raced as Gerald approached. Kamila's body stiffened. Although it was not the first time, Gerald was aware. 

Kamila moved her head forward and pressed her lips to Gerald's just above the leftovers. Kamila swiped with her lips. Then, she hurriedly turned her face away and cleaned the porridge on her lips with her finger. 

Gerald chuckled. It was funny to see his wife's behavior. "Kissing is like this." 

Gerald cupped Kamila's cheeks with both hands. Kamila glared as Gerald kissed her lips gently. Kamila was silent; she didn't know how to reply.

The kiss slowly turned into small licks. Gerald didn't want to stop; Kamila's lips were so sweet and made him addicted. 

Kamila felt short of breath. Pushing Gerald's chest to end their kissing activity. Gerald understands. He rubbed Kamila's lips, which were wet from the rest of their kiss, then whispered something.
 
"I told you, I will teach you many things, My Little Wife."
Kamila felt like hiding her face in the pillow.