Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 1040 - 023 System paralysis, good things come in pairs_7

Chapter 1040: 023 System paralysis, good things come in pairs_7

Bernard Taylor’s plan was that after they got the marriage certificate, they would be a legal couple, so naturally, they should stay in the same room and sleep on the same bed, which she really didn’t mind.

In the past few times, if Bernard really wanted to, she thought she wouldn’t have refused.

Today, she was even less likely to refuse since this man did so much for her behind her back, and she wasn’t the type of girl to be affectedly shy, moreover, she had always liked him, hadn’t she?

"What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to take a bath?" After making the bed, Bernard turned around to see Avery still standing at the door. Thinking she was unwell, he jogged over.

Avery grabbed his hand, "I was thinking... let’s take a mandarin duck bath. Help me scrub my back. I can’t do it myself when I wash alone."

Avery explained with her head lowered the reason she wanted to take a mandarin duck bath.

After all, it was indeed somewhat embarrassing for a girl to suggest such a thing.

...

Bernard was stunned for a minute, and the next, clutching Avery’s hand, they both entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Two minutes later, the two were lying nude in a bathtub filled with rose petals, speechless. Bernard took the body wash from the side, squeezed it into his palm, and then directly applied it to Avery’s back, seriously scrubbing her back just as she requested.

The serious scrubbing didn’t last two minutes before everything progressed naturally.

Fortunately, the water in the bathtub was temperature-controlled, so after two hours of their intimate activities, when Bernard wrapped Avery in a towel and placed her on the bed, she was so limp she didn’t even want to open her eyelids.

She was really exhausted and wanted to sleep, yet her mind was clear.

She could even feel Bernard drying off her body, helping her into clean pajamas, and drying her damp hair. She simply didn’t want to move a muscle.

There were so many things she couldn’t understand, like how Bernard was the initiator, but in the end, why was she the one completely drained?

Additionally, she had many questions she wanted to ask, like, Bernard, was it really your first time? It was her first time, but she felt even if she had watched those kinds of movies, she still wouldn’t understand much, yet Bernard seemed like a pro, gently guiding her.

Actually, she didn’t want to doubt Bernard. After all, when Bernard was with Violet Orson, they were both young and this kind of physical exercise, she really worried if Violet could have handled it.

Okay, she admits, her thoughts were somewhat wicked.

Avery thought she was only thinking this in her head, but in reality, her mouth was moving too, and in order to hear more clearly, Bernard put his ear closer, then he heard Avery ask, "Bernard, was it really your first time?"

Bernard smiled, not caring if the groggy Avery could hear or not, he answered seriously, "Of course it was my first time. It’s just that men tend to be self-taught in these matters."

Afterward, Avery was either satisfied or simply too exhausted—anyway, her breathing gradually became even, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Bernard went to tidy up the bathroom, took a quick shower himself, then put on clean pajamas, climbed into bed, turned over, pulled Avery into his arms, and also drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next day, when Avery woke up, she found herself tightly embraced by a pair of "Iron Arms." As she moved slightly, memories of last night flooded back like a tide.

Since she hadn’t drunk wine, everything that had happened was in a lucid state, and furthermore, it was with her willing consent.

Yet, she hadn’t expected to be so bold and so forward as to suggest a mandarin duck bath, which felt mortifying. It turned out that people could be impulsive not just after drinking, but also when deeply moved.

Avery felt too embarrassed to face anyone, especially not knowing how to face Bernard.

So, she turned her head to look at Bernard and, finding him with his eyes still closed, she relaxed quite a bit. Then she quickly closed her own eyes—she would wait for Bernard to wake up and then open her eyes after he got out of bed.

In reality, Bernard had awakened the moment she moved. He waited for her to initiate a conversation, but the shy little cat wouldn’t say a word, and instead feigned sleep.

Bernard couldn’t help but laugh at her small act. Just imagining waking up each day and seeing her first thing made him feel incredibly happy.

"I know you’re awake. Good morning, wife," said Bernard, propping himself up and kissing Avery on the forehead.

"..." Avery’s closed eyes fluttered, but she refused to open them, and yet the blush creeping across her face gave her away.

"Well, okay, since you’re shy, I’ll let you be alone for a while. I’ll make breakfast, and you can get up in a bit, okay?" Bernard was quite relaxed about it. He kissed her again for good morning and then got out of bed to wash up.

After changing into home clothes, he went to make breakfast.

Hearing the door close, Avery worried Bernard was tricking her, pretending to leave but actually staying, so she half-opened her eyes to check. Confirming Bernard was indeed gone, she fully opened her eyes.

After thinking for a while, she suddenly let out a loud scream and then began rolling about on the bed, hugging the quilt.

When Bernard opened the door, he saw Avery rolling back and forth on the bed. He was startled for a moment until Avery noticed something was off, and they ended up staring at each other, wide-eyed.

"Ah—" Avery screamed again. This person had left, hadn’t he? Why had he come back?