Words I Was Afraid To Hear 162 Still Perfec

The villa was way smaller than their home, with only two bedrooms upstairs and another one on the first floor. The layout was also quite open, with only few pieces of wooden and rattan furniture.

It did not take long for her to find her target. Before them was a feast of dishes, seemingly the specialty of people who had been living in the nearby community.

There was stir fried noodles with mixed vegetables and seafood, grilled stuffed squid, grilled oysters topped with diced green mangoes and onions, fried rice, duck in garlic soy sauce and vinegar, and a roasted suckling pig in the middle, which earned a lot of sympathy from Midori.

"Awww...it was just a cute piglet." She pouted.

Dan took a crispy piece of skin off of it. "It has already made the sacrifice. Instead of feeling sorry for it, let us just make the most of what it could offer." He placed it between his teeth and offered her.

Midori gaped at the gesture. He was being ridiculous again.

Realizing that they were alone in an island made her pout in thinking that his shamelessness might go all out.

She bit off her share, her teeth almost reaching his lips. She was sulking as she chewed.

Dan placed a little bit of each dish on her plate, refilling it with other dishes when she manages to finish one. He had a warm smile as he watched her eat.

He had missed spending time with her, eating with her, like they were on a date. It was as if everything was done hastily. He had yet to savor enough quality time with his wife when they found out that they were having a baby and that she needed to transfer to City T.

They did not even have the time for a proper honeymoon.

That is why when his in-laws provided the opportunity, he grabbed it gleefully and planned this weekend getaway which he did not even bat an eye to pay for.

As she continued to eat, he was barely eating as he was busy looking at her.

Some sauce was caught near the edges of her lower lip again, like it always did, and he had the urge to directly lick it off her lips this time.

He pursed his lips as he fought the urge. He wanted her to eat her fill. She must be hungry from not eating breakfast properly when she prepared Dmitri's things.

Midori finally noticed his stare when she reached out for the roasted pig.

"What are you looking at?" She raised her left eyebrow as she glared at him.

Dan chuckled. "Just like old times."

He stood up and grabbed her hand which held a piece of roasted pork skin.

To her surprise, he led her hand to feed him, and after chewing the pork, he licked off the sauce left on her fingers.

"What are you doing?!" She tried to free her hand, but his grip was firm.

He took a hand towel and wiped off the grease on her hand. Afterwhich, he gave her knuckles a soft kiss. "I've missed you."

Midori's eyes flickered. "What are talking about? We're married." She was trying hard not to tear up on his sincere face.

"Then..." He helped her stand up. Then he leaned in and kissed her softly. "I've missed this."

Before tears start to fall from her eyes, she yelped as he carried her by the thighs. He strode easily upstairs, opening the largest bedroom in the villa, which had a balcony facing the sea and another balcony out of the en suite bathroom which had a jacuzzi.

Midori squealed as they landed on the fluffy mattress of the bed.

Their laughter echoed inside the otherwise empty villa, as the waves of the sea kissed the sh.o.r.e.

Dan began to kiss her gently, then pa.s.sionately as he felt her reciprocate the actions.

Dan started undoing the b.u.t.tons of his shirt.

Midori suddenly grabbed his hand to stop him, then she shook her head.

He frowned. "What's wrong?"

She pouted. "Llast time...didn't you see the changes in my body? All the stretch marks, excess fat, cellulites...it's...I'm ugly!" Her brows were tightly drawn together.

He let go of his shirt.

Midori bit her bottom lip as she was filled with insecurities.

To her surprise, he started lifting the skirt of her dress. She was snapped out of her shock when she realized that she is only in her underwear.

He started kissing her lower abdomen, where most of her feared imperfections are.

"You mean this..." he planted a kiss after a kiss. "...and this..."

He looked up at her. "These are the proof that you are my wife and that you carried and gave birth to our child." He flashed a warm smile.

His hazel eyes looked to her dark brown ones intently as he adjusted his body to be on top of hers, supporting his weight with his arms on her sides.

"You are mine. You're still perfect, and will always be, in my eyes."