[IFITAOAMV] Chapter 8

I wanted to argue that we were not married yet, but I swallowed the words quietly, thinking about my life.

Still, I wanted to avoid facing him as soon as I woke up, so I drew all my courage and opened my mouth.

“Are you going to come here every morning?”

“I already told you. I will always be by your side.”

As expected, it wasn’t an empty promise.

Crying on the inside, I gathered up my courage again and spoke.

“But as soon as I wake up… ”

“Why? You don’t like seeing me?”

I swallowed hard at the sudden cold expression on his face.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that…I don’t look pretty. My hair is messy, my eyes are crusty, I have morning breath, and my face is swollen.… ”

As I diligently listed the things he might not like, Edwin began to laugh.

After slipping my trembling hands under the blanket, I slowly raised my head and saw Edwin smiling beautifully.

“You’re so cute that I think I’m going to die.”

When I heard the “die,” my heart was gripped with fear and as I shuddered, he gently stroked my hair.

“In my eyes, my bride is pretty no matter how she looks.”

His sweet words would surely make anyone’s heart flutter, but my heart had been taught fear by this obsessive madman.

“Now, let’s have breakfast. I’m hungry.”

Then he suddenly pulled me into his arms and picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck to prevent myself from falling as he hummed happily.

“Can I wash up first? My breath probably smells.”

“That’s okay. Every scent from my bride smells sweet.”

This madman also has an extraordinary sense of humor.

I eventually gave up my small rebellion.

Edwin sat down at the table and didn’t let me down.

I wanted to tell him to put me down, but I swallowed my words, knowing it wouldn’t work anyway.

“What would my bride like to eat?”

When Edwin pulled the string for the call bell, Seth and other servants pulled in a trolley.

There was so much food that it was not enough to set up several tables.

“There’s too much… I can’t eat this much for breakfast.”

This was a large portion, even for dinner. Is this a new type of torture?

“I’m not asking you to eat it all. I’m trying to find out what my bride likes.”

For some reason, I didn’t believe him, but his hand rubbing my back telling me not to worry about it, relieved a bit of tension.

“Taste a little at a time. If you don’t like something, tell me right away.”

When all the food was served, Edwin began to place the food by type on a plate.

While I was contemplating how to eat in this position, fresh leafy vegetables touched my lips.

“Now, say ahhh-”

“I can eat it myself.”

“I want to feed you. Yesterday you fell asleep first, so we couldn’t eat together.”

I gave up and ate the salad he gave me.

“Hmm, this seems to suit your taste buds.”

After that, Edwin hand-fed me a variety of foods by type.

Even though it was just a little taste, there were so many varieties that I felt full in no time.

“I can’t eat anymore.”

“I don’t think this is enough.”

“But I’m full.”

I tried to look as pitiful as possible because I was afraid he would make me to eat it all.

“Should I stop by for breakfast every morning? I don’t want my bride to eat something and get an upset stomach.”

Every morning? Will I have to eat lunch and dinner like this as well?

I felt dizzy for a moment, but I was relieved to know that I wouldn’t be forced to eat anymore for the moment.

“Out of all the things you’ve eaten so far, tell me which foods you found the most delicious.”

I hesitated and pointed to some food.

“My wife likes seafood. She also likes sweet and sour dressings,” Edwin told the chef and then ordered the food to be removed.

“Wait a minute. Ed didn’t eat.”

“Just watching you eat makes me feel full.”

You said you were hungry. You waited to have breakfast with me. Was it a lie?

I stared at him for a moment, but I couldn’t deduce what he was thinking.

He may have already eaten before I woke up, but for some reason, I felt uncomfortable.

I felt embarrassed that I ate so much by myself.

“You said you were hungry. You must have waited a long time because I woke up late.”

As I spoke carefully, his lips curved into a beautiful smile that reached his eyes.

“Are you worried about me? Wow, that makes me feel so excited.”

I was afraid of finding out just how excited he was, that I tried to escape his lap.

Of course, I was caught by Edwin right away.

“Well… I’m worried because I ate alone, so….”

“I should donate to the temple. Now that I’ve been given such a kind-hearted bride.”

When his hand caressed my face, it was definitely a soft and warm touch, but why am I getting goosebumps?