"You are my wife." Every time he wanted to reassure her, Kevin would give Karen this same answer. It was a simple sentence, but it contained deep affection.
Karen was his wife, so, of course, he wanted to give the best to her, otherwise, would he want other men to be nice to her and care for her instead?
Of course not!
He should be the one to protect his wife and to bring her happiness. He needed to pamper her so much that she would not care for anyone else.
"Of course I know that I am your wife." Karen knew what Kevin was thinking. She snuggled up in his arms and said, "Mr. Kyle, thank you!"
She thanked him for giving in to her, thanked him for spoiling her, thanked him for supporting her, thanked him for loving her, and thanked him for giving her a complete and happy home.
"Are you confused again?" Kevin lowered his head and bit her playfully. He punished her for thanking him again. In his perception, loving her was his duty. These were his obligations, and she need not thank him at all.
"Well, I'm confused by your sugar- coated bullets!" Karen chuckled and snuggled in his arms. "Mr. Kyle, you should go and rest for a while, I'll be here to watch over Jayden."
It had been two days since the operation. During these two days, Karen and Kevin had been guarding Jayden in the hospital day and night.
When she got too sleepy at night, Karen would sleep in Kevin's arms for a while.
When Karen was asleep, of course, Kevin could not be sleeping too. He barely slept a wink these two nights, so Karen wanted him to have a rest in the lounge for a while.
Although he would feel much better after resting for a while, given the long period of exhaustion, Kevin shook his head and said, "I'm not sleepy. I'll wait with you."
At this moment, how could he bear to leave his wife alone? While she was suffering in silence outside the ward? He needed to be with her.
Karen knew that Kevin was stubborn. He already said he would stay here with her, so as long as she didn't leave, he would never leave.
Karen stopped insisting after that. After thinking for a while, she then said, "I'll sit down, so you can sleep on my shoulder for a while, okay?"
Kevin said, "No..."
"Don't reject me, just listen to me this time." Kevin had no choice but to listen to her because she insisted on it.
They sat on the couch together and Karen shrugged. "Mr. Kyle, come on. You can lie on my shoulder. You can depend on me this time!"
"Alright," Kevin even responded to her.
He sat down next to her and leaned against her shoulder. He didn't feel sleepy at first. However, he leaned on her shoulder and sniffed her comforting scent, and listened to her calm breathing. Unconsciously, the drowsiness gradually kicked in and he fell asleep.
Listening to Kevin's soft breathing, Karen gently turned her head and leaned closer to him. She smiled subtly as she kissed his face.
This man was really good looking. He looked like a perfect sculpture, without any flaws. She had been looking at him for so many years yet she never got sick of looking at him. His eyebrows, his eyes, and his face. He looked as handsome as he did on the day they met for the first time. It seemed that he did not age.
If she had to point out a difference between his younger self and his current self, it would probably be the evolved maturity and intelligence he had acquired throughout the years. Wherever he went, attention would be on him.
Besides, there were countless women who took the initiative to get close to him throughout the years too, trying their luck to seduce him. Fortunately, this man had strong self-control, otherwise, he might have been snatched by those women long ago.
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