Chapter 132 - 132: 132: To Think He l d Use Her Own Trick Against Her

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Feeling genuinely happy for his sister, whose future seemed brighter thanks to Yigol Novak.

Nighttime came around.

When it was time for bed, Yigol Novak undressed completely without waiting for Suri Drew’s command, taking the initiative himself.

Suri’s face reddened like a bright apple, but she didn’t attempt to stop Yigol as she normally would have.

By not stopping him, wasn’t she passively accepting him? Thus, Yigol grew more bold.

The two of them had already come this far; surely she wouldn’t just leave him high and dry at the last possible moment?

He was determined not to give her the satisfaction of turning him down.

Yigol took the opportunity to flirt with her, since she’d hinted at the possibility. If he didn’t, he would have to wait for her to make the move, wouldn’t he?

Men are normally the ones to take the initiative in such matters, so wouldn’t it be a blow to his pride if he had to force a woman like her to make the first move?

Recalling their previous interactions, Yigol decided to toy with Suri a bit.

Yigol whispered to Suri, “Babe, are you hot?” “Nope,” Suri responded.

“I think you’re very hot,” Yigol replied earnestly.

Suri didn’t think much of it at first, but as soon as Yigol made the statement, she understood exactly what he meant.

Last night, she’d done the same thing to him. She never thought the wily guy would remember it so well and use the same technique on her today.

Suri’s heart pounded faster as she gradually recognized his intent.

“Darling, I really think you’re hot. Let me…” Yigol didn’t finish his sentence before Suri shot him a stare, ice-cold. Yigol immediately crumbled and changed his tune. “Darling, you are dressed too heavily. It will affect your sleep.”

“You didn’t sleep well last night, and if you can’t sleep well tonight, your looks and health will suffer. If you don’t get enough rest, you can’t work well. If you can’t work well, it might impact your mood…”

“I’m the boss, alright? I can afford not to work,” Suri retorted.

This argument was not very convincing, as Suri was a well-known workaholic, in sharp contrast to Yigol’s lack of ambition.

“I heard from your besties that your relatives came to see you. You’re really bundled up, aren’t you?”

Before Yigol finished talking, Suri covered his mouth tightly, face flushing, and exclaimed, “She actually told you all this?”

Yigol pulled her hand away, clutched it tightly, and whispered into Suri’s ear, “Didn’t she just want me to care more about you and live happily together?” “So, are you disgusted by me?” Suri asked accusingly.

Yigol quickly denied it, “No way, how could I think like that? You’re the most delightful wife in the world.”

“Most importantly, it’s quite hot now, and I’m worried that this isn’t good for your health, so darling…” Yigol’s implications couldn’t be clearer.

Suri’s face reddened defiantly, “You said you were worried I was cold just a few days ago. Now I’m very cold.”

Yigol was on the spot and momentarily at a loss for words.

Several moments later, he answered, “It was indeed cold a few days ago, but today is so hot. Look, you’re sweating. If you keep this up, you could get a rash.”

“What if you really do? Wouldn’t you feel uncomfortable? You’re a renowned beauty, after all. You can’t just spend all day itching in a secluded place, can you?”

Suri did her best to ignore Yigol, but his words still registered without missing a beat. Worse still, she couldn’t help but picture the scenario in her head.

“Right, my husband is always thinking ahead.” Suddenly, Suri agreed with Yigol, which left him somewhat perplexed.

So did she plan on doing what he’d done the night before and give him a show?

Was he about to get a full view of his wife’s figure?

A sense of delight washed over Yigol. Perhaps after he had his fill of the sight, were they off to the risqué part? As long as his wife needed him, he was always ready to please.

After Suri finished speaking, she stood up and rummaged through the wardrobe for a while, unclear of what she was looking for.

The contents of the bag she eventually found remained a mystery to Yigol. She then took the bag and stealthily exited the bedroom.

“Darling, where are you going?” Yigol asked.

“Wait for me, I’ll be back,” Suri replied and vanished through the door.

His imagination ran wild again with her unexpected departure.

What was she carrying?

Could it be some sort of romantic surprise? She knew how to play the game, indeed.

Yigol worked up an elaborate fantasy about Suri’s absence and her eventual return.

Approximately five minutes later, Suri returned.

Unexpectedly, it wasn’t the nosebleed-worthy scene that Yigol had imagined.

Suri returned in a thin t-shirt and workout shorts that covered her important parts well.

She beamed at Yigol and asked, “Husband, do I look beautiful?”

“Beautiful, so beautiful…” Even though it didn’t live up to his expectations, Yigol still said enthusiastically.

Suri had always properly covered up her entire body in front of him, even her loungewear at home was very proper and covered everything that needed to be covered.

It was the first time Yigol had got a good look at Suri’s figure; she looked even better than he had imagined.

Although this kind of attire was common on the street, Yigol found it exceptionally beautiful on Suri.

Appearing like this before Yigol was already a rare treat for him.

It seems his fantasy was about to be shattered after all.

As the saying goes, haste makes waste. He needs to be patient.

“Husband, let’s go to sleep,” Suri quickly said, diving under the covers, making sure to cover herself completely. And she was quick about it, as if Yigol might pounce on her any second.

“Alright.”

As they lay down, everything was initially fine. But as Yigol slowly moved closer, the second his body touched hers, Suri turned around with a jolt saying, “What are you doing? No mischief..”