Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 112: Say It Again

Chapter 112: Say It Again

Zamian didn’t want to think too much about what his wife had said. How could she say something like that? His mind swirled with confusion and frustration, battling the weight of her words. He had always prided himself on being a strong, capable husband, yet her comment felt like a blow to his pride. The atmosphere in the restaurant was thick with tension, the kind that hung heavily in the air after a storm.

The waiter who was still standing at thier table their table, trying to speak, his voice low and cautious. He did his best not to look directly at Zamian, who was staring at him with an intensity that made the waiter’s hands tremble slightly. It was as if Zamian had become a storm cloud, ready to unleash his fury at any moment.

"It’s your husband who paid, Mrs. Mira," he managed to say, his tone laced with a mix of respect and fear.

The waiter felt a wave of regret wash over him for agreeing to serve this couple tonight. But why wouldn’t he? No wonder the manager had promised to double his salary for dealing with difficult clients like them. Was it always this hard to cater to wealthy patrons? Oh my! The waiter silently cursed himself for taking this job, for putting himself in this uncomfortable situation.

Mira’s mouth formed an ’O’ as she turned to Zamian, surprise etched on her face. The look only fueled Zamian’s anger further. Had she forgotten that he was wealthy? He was Zamian, a man who didn’t need to think twice before buying a country, regardless of its price. So why was she acting this way in front of him? Did she doubt his capabilities, his love, his generosity?

The truth was, the look on her face wasn’t just one of surprise that Zamian had bought their extravagant meal; it was also one of disbelief because she hadn’t seen him hand over his card. Had he ordered it beforehand? Was there something else going on that she didn’t understand? Zamian’s frustration simmered just beneath the surface.

The waiter finally inhaled slowly, feeling free at last after delivering his message. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath all this time; one small mistake could cost him his job, and he didn’t want to lose it. Speaking less had only seemed to offend Zamian further, but he couldn’t change that now.

After the waiter left, Mira began to eat slowly. She was cautious at first, her movements deliberate as she noted how quiet Zamian was, as if he were still processing her earlier words. He seemed distant, lost in thought, and she couldn’t quite decipher what he was feeling. It wasn’t that she was surprised by Zamian’s extravagant purchase; she was simply curious about his sudden change in demeanor.

Finally, she raised her head to see what he was doing, her eyes widening in disbelief. He was staring at his plate, untouched, a frown etched deep across his brow. "Are you not eating?" she asked softly, trying to bridge the silence that had settled between them.

Zamian’s eyes bore into hers, searching for something elusive before he replied, "I just lost my appetite." The words hung in the air, heavy and charged.

She looked at him, searching his face for any signs of teasing, but there were none. Had what she said really offended him this much? The thought that her curiosity had made her husband sad began to fill her with guilt. It was never her intention to hurt him, but sometimes, her questions got the better of her.

Zamian, keeping his composure in check, fought the urge to smile at his wife. She needed a little scolding, after all. He felt a wave of affection mixed with annoyance—how could she not see the depth of his frustration?

"I’m sorry," Mira said, her voice barely above a whisper. As soon as the words left her mouth, a smile finally formed on Zamian’s lips, breaking the tension that had enveloped them. He began to eat, following proper etiquette with his cutlery, yet he noticed that Mira’s gaze was fixed on her food, her fingers absentmindedly drawing imaginary shapes on the plate. She didn’t seem to care about breaking etiquette anymore; her focus was solely on avoiding his gaze.

Zamian felt a mixture of anger and concern rising within himself. Had he overdone it? Had he pushed her too hard?

"My dear wife, don’t you like the food? We could simply..."

Mira gently interrupted, knowing where he was heading. "No, it’s awesome, thanks," she replied slowly, resuming her quiet meal, though her voice lacked the usual enthusiasm.

Zamian broke the silence, wanting to draw her out of her shell. "So, what do you say?" He paused, studying her face, which had shifted from eating to gazing back at him with curiosity.

"Do you want to come back home?" He continued, and as he spoke, Mira began to ponder. Little Zami had truly made a difference in their lives. She had certainly helped him immensely, and he was so glad to have her as his daughter. Zamian, too, cherished her deeply; he was proud of her and wanted to be the best father in the world, all thanks to his one and only beautiful wife.

Mira then replied, "I’ll think about it and tell you tonight."

Zamian’s expression turned serious. "I suggest you think quickly. Because tonight, I’m not sure your voice will be loud enough for me to hear."

Mira’s cheeks flushed at his implication. Zamian was becoming more shameless with each passing day, in fact, with each passing second. He had a way of turning ordinary moments into something charged with electricity, and it both thrilled and embarrassed her.

Finally, in a low, careful tone to avoid drawing attention from nearby tables, she said, "You really need to learn some manners."

Zamian smiled widely at her response. "Of course I need to learn, but my teacher hasn’t been doing her job properly." His gaze turned playful as he looked at her. "Maybe that’s why I, the student, haven’t learned anything. I hope she can do her job properly tonight."

Mira couldn’t believe the words leaving her husband’s mouth. Just where had he learned to be so shameless? Had he really been practicing how to tease her like this for the past five years? It was astonishing and amusing all at once.

As she tried to focus on her meal, she could feel a blush creeping up her neck. She began to eat, doing her best not to look at him, knowing that if she did, he would say something even more shameless than before. A smile graced Zamian’s lips; he was finally happy that she was eating, and her mood had shifted to something calmer, more composed, and peaceful.

They continued to eat in silence, each lost in their thoughts, until Zamian finally broke it. "What do you think about our breakfast date?"

Mira looked at him, her eyes shining with curiosity and excitement. "Breakfast date?" she echoed, momentarily forgetting her embarrassment.

Zamian nodded, pleased by her interest. "Yeah, this is a breakfast date," he said, chuckling softly. He wasn’t surprised if she didn’t know what that meant; after all, she was innocent enough not to have a clue about such romantic notions.

"What do you think? Rate it out of ten." His tone was light, but there was an underlying seriousness in his question.

Mira propped her chin on her hand and sat up straight as if deep in thought, her posture so dramatic that Zamian couldn’t help but smile.

"I’ll give it an 8 out of 10," she finally declared. "The two points off are because my dear husband is acting so shameless today."

Zamian stiffened, feigning hurt. "Dear husband, really?" he replied, his tone teasing. "Say it again."

Mira’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. How did he expect her to repeat her words? "Say the last two words again. Dear husband. Say it again."

Mira looked at him, realizing that was why he was smiling. The way he bit his lip at that moment suggested he enjoyed her discomfort. But why did it feel like all she wanted to do was pounce on him and kiss those sexy lips?

Finally, she spoke quietly, "I’m not going to say it." Her cheeks flushed deeply. Why was he making her say such things? Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t repeat it; the moment felt too charged. She didn’t understand why it was so hard to express something that seemed so simple to him.

She couldn’t quite grasp why he was so eager to hear those words, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Why do you want me to repeat that, huh, my love?"

Zamian, caught off guard by his wife’s remark, stared at Mira as their gazes locked. He was simply enjoying her boldness.

"It seems my shamelessness has transferred to you. Is this the right way to teach your student?"