Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 145: A Serendipitous Meeting

Chapter 145: A Serendipitous Meeting

"Stop this!" Marcella covered his eyes.

She will never build up her courage to do such a thing in the middle of the road.

"I cannot do this, Tony... Even doing it in the office was scary..." her voice broke as she tried to reason with him.

She was not scared of him but was scared of herself. She thought she wouldn’t give into him back at the office but she was the one who enjoyed it more doing it there. She didn’t want to take a chance here.

Tony chuckled. "Scary?" He held her cheek and looked closely into her eyes. "Are you crying?"

"No," Marcella turned her face. His face was too handsome. She was already getting mushy looking into his marble eyes.

His big warm hands slipped south to hold her neck. Marcella shivered by the warmth of his hand. Her eyes closed. She heard his breath as he leaned close to her face.

Her heart pounded. What would he do?

Holding her neck gently, he kissed her cheek. He probably felt her neck stiffen. He breathed on her and kissed her again, and again. By now Marcella had relaxed.

"Weren’t you the one riding me like a cowgirl that day in the office?" he whispered in her ear.

Marcella opened her eyes and hit his shoulder. "How could you!" she hit his shoulder again and buried her face in his chest.

It might be true, but must he say it like that?

What a prick!

Tony chuckled softly. Rubbing her back, he kissed her hair. He thought his heart would burst out of happiness. She had his wife on his chest; what more could he need?

"Can I at least get a kiss, Mrs. Crawford?" he asked.

He needed something from her. No matter how much happiness she gives him, he couldn’t get satisfied. The more she gives, the more he expects. Like a well that never dries, she too never runs out of happiness to share to him. He must be the most blessed person in the universe.

Marcella kissed his lips. She thought he wouldn’t leave it at a simple kiss but he did, surprisingly. He grinned ear to ear and patted her head.

"Love you, Birdie," he smiled. "Love you too, little buddy..." he kissed the baby’s feet.

Marcella giggled. It was cute to see him giddy like a little boy who got his favorite present. She rarely sees him this happy. It was as if he was drunk with happiness. She wouldn’t wish anything else for him.

Marcella was hungry on the way and asked him to stop at a chain restaurant but Tony asked her to wait.

"You’re too pretty to being there," he said.

Marcella could only smile. What else can she do? Her husband turns into a Romeo when he was happy! She wanted to enjoy this side of him.

Tony brought them to a fancy French restaurant. They had a nice dinner. Joey cried while they were having dinner and Marcella fed him. Tony held the baby until he fell asleep. Marcella didn’t realize that half of the women there looked at her with jealousy to have a husband who helped her.

Marcella didn’t think that Tony did an extraordinary thing though. She thanked him for the help as usual. She was used to him helping her with the baby and even at the household chores at times. She also grew up watching her father giving a helping hand to her mother in almost everything. She didn’t find that odd.

When they got out of the restaurant, there were some paparazzi out in the restaurant seemingly waiting for someone. Marcella noticed the cameras and tried walking around them.

"Hollywood stars and producers frequent this restaurant for movie discussions," Tony said.

"Oh," Marcella said.

"There are private suites," Tony said. He held the small of her back as she was lingering. "I’ll bring you to one of them one day. They are strict about the reservations," he added.

Marcella turned at him and smiled. She didn’t want to be in the private suite much. The general restaurant was filled with families and it was perfect for a dinner. She didn’t feel like she was exposed or anything. But she thought that it might be a pride thing to reserve the private suite of a popular restaurant.

Tony had different intentions. They did have private suites—yeah, suites with beds. The reason producers and stars frequent this restaurant was obvious. It was officially a "movie discussion" but other stuff goes on here. He had received invitations to the private suite of this restaurant. Some businessmen had wanted to "reward" him with stars. Obviously, he refused.

Now that he was married, he wanted to see what the fuzz was all about. The food was great, and he wanted to explore that private suite with his wife.

Marcella turned back hearing a bunch of cars arriving. Tony stopped and got Joey from her hand. The flashes all went off as a fat guy got out of the car.

"He’s that producer from that big production house... what’s his name..." Tony furrowed his brows as he tried to remember his name. He was known for aggressively taking women who went to him asking for chances to become a star.

"They must want to announce their next movie. That’s why they called for the paparazzi...I wonder who the stars are," he said. It was usual in their field to call on the paps themselves to give hype to their movie.

"Oh?" Marcella said and was about to turn. She was not interested in Hollywood. She saw a handsome man alighting and she didn’t even care to see who the star was.

Unless it was Sean Connery, she didn’t care.

But something caught the corner of her eye. Rather, it was someone who alighted from the third car.

"It’s Beth!" Marcella shouted. Beth was surrounded by a group of men wearing black. The handsome man looked a little uncomfortable but the fat producer guy was grinning widely. He gestured his hand and the men in black led Beth to the producer.

Tony stopped and looked in the direction Marcella was looking. He could understand what was going on there immediately. He saw Marcella’s reaction.

Uh-oh! This is not going to be good!