How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 247. Tamed Beast (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
The food smelled delicious, and Annette swallowed, her mouth watering. Quickly, she sat down in the chair Raphael had pulled out for her. Meals were served as they were hungry, and Raphael’s favorite steak had even been prepared.
He watched her tenderly as he cut into his food.
Annette had eaten a lot today.
It had always bothered him, how little she consumed. Though she had been born into a prosperous family, she had little appetite. The contrast with Raphael was even greater, given how much he had been eating since he became Master of Swords.
But now she was eating heartily. Normally, she didn’t like meat very much, but she had eaten all the meatballs on her plate and was now eying Raphael’s steak.
He couldn’t help smiling.
“Do you want some?”
Annette looked embarrassed to be caught coveting Raphael’s meat, and was briefly torn between preserving her dignity and satisfying her hunger.
“…Hmm, yes,” she admitting, as appetite won. But she avoided his eyes.
Raphael smiled. He cut a bite for her, but didn’t put it on her plate. Instead, he leaned over, bringing the fork to her lips.
“Do you want it?”
Annette looked from the bite to Raphael, who bobbed it, looking mischievous.
“For a kiss,” he said wickedly. “Then you may have it.”
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Only then did she realize what he was doing, tempting her with the morsel as if she were a cat. Annette bit her lip.
What do I do?
It was so strange. Normally, she didn’t even like meat that much. But today that steak looked so delicious, she couldn’t look away. She could smell it from across the table, richly seasoned, its surface gleaming with caramelization. That steak looked like the most extraordinary food in the whole world.
Well, it doesn’t matter.
They were already married. She rose from her seat and went to kiss Raphael’s smiling lips.
“Well done,” he said. “Now you can have your reward.”
But instead, he pulled her into his lap, and Annette clutched his neck automatically, surprised. It made him laugh out loud, delighted.
“Are you that hungry?” He asked playfully, and then fed her the rest of his food, one bite at a time.
In spite of her embarrassment, she couldn’t regret her shameless actions. Every bite, lovingly cut and served by her husband, was extraordinary.
“You’re like a little bird,” Raphael said, running his thumb over her lower lip, shining with juices from the steak. Then he brought his thumb to his own mouth and licked it.
Annette’s cheeks turned pink. Quickly, she rose with the dignity of a noblewoman, but Raphael caught her and picked her up.
“Now that you’ve eaten, you need exercise,” he pronounced, and Annette, who knew very well what he meant by exercise, blushed red. Raphael’s eyes curved over above her. Just looking at his wife filled him with great happiness, and an incredible contentment filled his heart.
He still didn’t know what family meant, but as long as Annette was by his side, he was sure he would always be happy.