ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE
Chapter 96: UNWANTED FART

Chapter 96: UNWANTED FART

This Chapter is dedicated to YellowCity. Hey Yello, thanks for the golden ticket love. (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

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The morning sun peeked through the tall windows of the Adkins estate, casting golden light across the hallways.

In one of the private rooms, converted into a gym, two very different people stood together. Penny, already dripping with sweat, was halfway through her treadmill run panting like a dog.

She has been running for half an hour now and Osvaldo has refused her to rest even for a minute. He stood beside her, flaunting his perfect abs before her eyes.

His hair was tied to the back, his trousers hanging loosely around his waist.

Penny was out of breath, her legs felt like jelly, throat burned. She felt like fainting but knew the man beside her would never let her.

He had his golden eyes on her like a hawk.

Osvaldo claims he was a genius doctor, so why couldn’t he just mix his herbs for her, rather than letting her go through this stress?

She knew she had wanted exercise, but this was too much for her.

She glared at the screen flashing in front of her. Her blue tired eyes were already on the verge of giving up.

"I... I can’t do this anymore." Penny managed when her legs finally gave out and she reached for the stop button, Osvaldo’s voice came sharp and firm.

"Walk!"

Her fingers froze.

She groaned loudly but obeyed, slowing the machine and dragging her feet like a grumpy penguin on a mission.

Osvaldo stood beside her with folded arms and a satisfied smile. "That’s my girl," he muttered, but Penny felt like she was going to die.

It would be a shame if, after everything, she would not be able to lose even a little pound.

She didn’t understand why Osvaldo was so harsh on her right now. It’s almost as if he hadn’t made her car the most expensive car in the world just last night. He was all sweet and kind to her, and right now, he was acting like he didn’t know her.

"We’re almost done Penguin." He added and Penny kept running. She bit her lower lip, determined to finish up today, even if she could see her life flashing right before her eyes.

"Five... four... three... two... one... stop."

Osvaldo’s deep voice echoed across the gym like music to her ears.

Penny didn’t even wait for him to say another word, she hit the stop button on the treadmill and dropped straight to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Her legs spread out like noodles, her arms limp at her sides, her chest heaving. Beads of sweat trickled down her face as she gasped for air, completely out of breath.

"Water," she croaked, barely lifting her hand. "I need... water..."

She sounded like someone crawling through a desert, desperate for an oasis.

"Not yet, Penguin," Osvaldo said, strolling over and squatting in front of her with a bottle of water in his hands. There was a wide grin on his lips, dimples showing so clearly, that it was hard not to notice how boyishly handsome he looked.

He was clearly enjoying himself.

"But you did a good job today," he added, his voice softer now.

"You’re a good Penguin."

He gently ruffled her damp hair, like she was a little kid who had just won a race. Penny narrowed her eyes and slapped his hand away.

"Don’t pat my head like I’m five," she mumbled, her face flushed red, not just from exhaustion, but also because he looked way too pleased with himself.

She was dying for water and yet here he is trying to play with her situation.

"Why the anger?" Osvaldo chuckled. "You only ran for ten minutes, and you’re acting like you’ve been running for hours."

Penny’s eyes snapped wide open.

Ten minutes?

Just ten??

Her mouth dropped a little as she stared at him, shocked and betrayed.

But... but... she had genuinely believed she’d run for at least two hours straight.

Her eyes slowly dropped to the floor, cheeks puffed and red with embarrassment. Her shoulders slumped, and she looked like a scolded penguin with no comeback.

Osvaldo chuckled again, watching her silently sulk.

"C... Can I have the water now Mr Osvaldo?" Penny asked wiping her tongue across her lips.

"Of course, you’ve earned it." He said opening the water. "But just a mouthful, because we have other things to do before breakfast." He added.

"Another running?" Penny asked if she could faint if he made her climb the treadmill again.

"No penguin." He said calmly.

"Lay flat on the floor," Osvaldo commanded and Penny did as asked without a word. She laid on her back, hands and feet resting on the floor as she waited for Osvaldo’s command.

She saw him walk away and after a few seconds, he returned with a bowl in his hands.

When Osvalso reached her, he placed the bowl on the floor and then knelt just by her side.

"Raise your knee Penguin were going to do a few pushups." He said calmly and Penny did as asked.

She gulped, raising her knee as asked to read her mind for the next phase of their exercise. She watched Osvaldo kneel before her.

He straddled her bent knee, his firm thighs pressing hers together. She blinked. This was... new.

Then, slowly, he leaned toward the bowl, picked up a slice of watermelon, and held it between his teeth.

"Now," he said, voice muffled slightly, "stretch both your hands like you’re about to touch your knee."

Penny’s eyes narrowed. She stretched, feeling her sore muscles protest with every inch.

"Eat the salad, Penguin."

The fruit was dangling in front of her, sweet, red, juicy temptation.

She leaned up, struggling, stomach crunching. Her arms reached forward, face tilting.

Just an inch more...

Then FRAP!!!

Penny froze mid-crunch, horrified.

Her eyes met Osvaldo’s. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t say a word.

For one blissful second, she thought he might pretend it hadn’t happened.

Then, he wrinkled his nose.

She wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole.

"I..." she stammered, "I think the AC made a sound... or maybe the fruit is..."

"Smelly fruit, hmm?" Osvaldo said slowly, still hovering above her.

Penny covered her face with both hands. "I want to die."

"Penguin," Osvaldo said with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Why would you die because you farted." He chuckled.

He leaned closer, the fruit still in his mouth. "You still haven’t eaten this." Penny closed her eyes so tight as she took a bite of the fruit on his lips.

"You’re the only woman in the world who can gas me up and still look cute doing it."

"Stop talking!" she whined, cheeks on fire. "Let me vanish in peace Mr Osvaldo." Her words only made him laugh more.