Destined To Be His Wife novel Chapter 7

TangShi stood in pale faced silence. Not only was she mortified to being seen dressed this way but hurt that he completely ignored it and dismissed her so coldly. It's clear he wasn't inexperienced at seeing a woman in lingerie if he had little to no shocked response. No doubt Rhea would dress this way to entice him, so he wasn’t all that moved by it.

TangShi was his wife now, and tonight he would have to make it official and commit to only sleeping with her until they divorced. How could he still act like she was a bothersome fly buzzing around his head that he had to endure. YuZhi had absolutely no scruples and no sense of decency.

TangShi stamped her foot, grabbed the robe and draped it around herself before making herself busy and drying her hair thoroughly. Doing so in temper and not being delicate with her movements. Riled by that same fury she encountered at her father’s house and allowing it to warm her cold bones.

YuZhi came sauntering out when she was finished, draped in a white towel around his waist. Boldly uncaring of not being covered in front of her and nudged her sideways out of his way as he leaned in for the drier in her hand. He didn't utter for her to give it over, but snatched it, avoiding her face in the reflection before them and switched it on to drown her out. He blanked her presence and acted like she was not even there. It made her even angrier, and her simmering fury upped a notch.

"You’re a jerk!" TangShi forgot herself, speaking out at his rudeness with a harsh snap, and then slamming her lips shut and turning away to simmer with anger. Knowing she really shouldn’t be causing fights on the night of her wedding.

She had met her share of arrogant and rude people in her life, but this one was completely the worst. She ignored his expanse of tanned and toned manly perfection he was so easily flaunting with his lack of clothes and instead marched to the bed. Grinding on her that he was so comfortable being this way, that it was obviously not new to him to be undressed in front of a woman! He had no sense of decency at all.

Her shyness forgotten when replaced with rage, she hauled off her robe, throwing it aside in a dramatic fashion, whipped back the sheets and got in angrily. She immediately scooted to one side, turned her back to the center and laid on her hip to make it clear she had no interest in him either. The cold standoff, only horizontally.

This pompous man could go to hell for all she cared, agreement or not. She knew when he got in there would be the inevitable sex if a baby was to be created. Of course, she was scared as hell, but her temper pushed all of it away. She would refuse him if he continued to make her feel this way. It's not like she had to be submissive at ALL times. She still had to consent before he could touch her in that way.