Chapter 205: Old Married Couple
“You’re never home lately, what have you been busy with?”
Angel, facing Lena’s late return once more, felt a hint of resentment.
She knew Lena had a career to manage, but as her official wife, she couldn’t help.
Lately, Lena had been leaving early and returning late, always at the academy, even though it had been a week since the holidays began. Every time they met, Lena would say mysteriously, “I’ll be back tonight, you go rest!”
“…Alright.”
Although she wanted to ask Lena what she was so busy with, seeing her expression, Angel chose to trust her.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Angel, wiping her wet hands, emerged from the kitchen, a fragrant aroma wafting through the air.
Beef stew.
Lena’s stomach rumbled.
“It’s not ready yet, go take a bath…” Angel held out her hands, palms up.
“Hmm?” Lena leaned in for a hug, her eyes closed. “A clingy wife is the best~”
Her neck felt cool as Angel untied her scarf, revealing her smooth, white skin.
Angel blushed, pushing Lena away, muttering, “Go away, you pervert, don’t bother me while I’m cooking…”
She was dressed simply at home, perhaps having just showered, steam rising from her hair, her body warm, the scent of Caraman grass from her hair incredibly refreshing.
“Are you alone?”
“Of course, Ling Ling is asleep, and the other servants are on holiday, besides the old butler, Bob, and the cook, Mary, it’s just the two of us.”
Angel didn’t feel lonely at all, with Ling Ling during the day and Lena at night, she felt like the happiest girl in the world.
Having someone she loved who worked so hard for their family, she was content.
“Are you tired? Should I make you some noodles?”
“I’ll take a bath first, it’s snowing, my hair is all wet.”
Lena kissed Angel’s forehead gently, then went upstairs to bathe and change.
Soon, a large pot of beef and potato stew was served, and Lena, her hair dry, sat down at the head of the table.
“So skilled,” Lena praised.
“Well, whose wife am I?” Angel tossed her head haughtily, stirring the stew and serving Lena a large bowl.
All beef, no potatoes.
“Are you trying to fatten me up?”
“It’s best if you get fat, then you won’t bother me every day…”
“That’s a good point, but who’s the little kitten who begs for attention every night?”
“Ah! Don’t!”
Angel rushed over to cover Lena’s mouth, but was met with a passionate kiss.
“Kiss~”
Lena slowly fed Angel the chewed beef.
Angel blushed, moaning softly, then swallowed, her expression shy.
“How does it taste?”
“Not bad…”
Angel savored the delicious stew, the flavor seemingly enhanced by being fed by her lover.
Truly exquisite!
“Want more?”
Lena relentlessly speared another piece of tender beef, her teeth separating the fat, her tongue skillfully removing the gristle, her oral skills impressive.
“Here~” she said, opening her mouth, revealing the lean meat, her eyes filled with affection.
“No. I made this, why are you being so bossy?”
Angel frowned, annoyed by Lena’s presumptuous behavior.
A warm atmosphere filled the room, and they exchanged smiles.
Angel suddenly realized they had become accustomed to this simple, sweet routine, something many longed for but could never have.
“Be careful, it’s hot.”
“I’ll blow on it for you, you have some too.”
Angel took the spoon, blowing on the hot broth before feeding it to Lena.
“Haa—”
After enjoying her wife’s delicious meal, Lena leaned back in her chair, the soft cushions enveloping her, while Angel cleaned up, clearing the table and washing the dishes.
“A hot bowl of beef stew on a cold winter day, so comforting.”
The fire crackled in the fireplace, snow falling outside.
Such a cozy life, what was there to regret…?
Lena watched Angel in the kitchen, her delicate hands red from washing the dishes, yet she didn’t complain, diligently playing the role of a good wife.
“What are you doing here? Go sit down.”
Angel, washing the dishes, was surprised to see Lena at the doorway.
“I… I came to see if I could help…”
Lena’s voice was awkward.
She was actually worried, but she didn’t know how to say it.
“You’re washing dishes? It looks simple enough.”
With that, Lena took the sponge from Angel’s hand and began scrubbing the plates.
Although clumsy at first, she quickly got the hang of it, her movements becoming more adept.
“Look!”
Lena proudly showed Angel the clean plate, like a child showing off to their mother.
“Not bad, right? I told you I have a talent for this, hehe.” Lena’s cheek was smudged with foam, her smile bright.
“Silly! It’s not clean at all! I’ll call you when I need help…”
Angel took the dirty plate from Lena, continuing to wash, a smile playing on her lips.
“Oh…”
Lena was slightly disheartened.
Everyone had their strengths, and it seemed housework wasn’t hers.
Well, she couldn’t help with that, but there were other ways to care for her wife.
“Thirsty? I’ll make you some orange juice.”
“Okay.”
Lena eagerly peeled two oranges, carefully removing the pith, then squeezed the perfect orange juice!
“Have a taste first.”
Lena offered a segment to Angel.
The sweet and sour juice burst in Angel’s mouth, her eyebrows dancing, her hands too occupied to wipe the juice dripping from her lips.
And Lena, who had been eyeing the delicious juice, licked it all up, even from the corners of Angel’s mouth.
“Ahaha, fresh-squeezed juice is here~”
Gulp, gulp.
Lena squeezed the juice in her mouth, the sweet liquid sliding down her throat, along with her soft moans.
Washing the dishes took half an hour.
They huddled together, Angel standing on tiptoe, whispering in Lena’s ear, her face flushed.
“Tonight, shall we try a new position?”
“A new game?”
“Much more exciting than a game… I learned something new from a book…”
Angel swayed her hips, looking at Lena shyly.
“Last time, the blindfolded ‘guess the nipple’ game wasn’t enough… this time, a new rule, you guess, I feed, and if you guess wrong, you go down, and vice versa… As for the punishment, hmm, the winner has to count to ten, and only then can you go.”
“This sounds like a trap…”
Lena was hesitant.
“Are you scared?” Angel revealed her sexy lingerie, her slender fingers tracing Lena’s neck, her gaze seductive.
“Hmph, who said I’m scared? I’m just worried… worried you’ll lose and not admit it… mmm…”
Lena’s words were cut off by a kiss.
Angel’s fingers hooked the hem of Lena’s skirt, her long legs like ivy, she leaped up, wrapping herself around Lena, kissing her passionately.
The position was incredibly intimate.
Like a mother kangaroo holding her joey.
But there was no one else in the Falmouth mansion, the two of them, like an old married couple, could freely enjoy their lovemaking, their ecstasy.
