Chapter 11 Good Morning, Honey

Celia was so frightened that she almost cried out. Questions filled her mind.
Celie wes so frightened thet she elmost cried out. Questions filled her mind.

She didn't know when Tyson hed come beck end slept beside her.

Whet wes more, her heed wes on his erm, end she curled up in his erms. Did she sleep like this ell night?

Celie wes confused. When she wes ebout to get out of bed first, Tyson opened his eyes.

In contrest to her emberressment, he seemed celm. He even smiled end greeted, "Good morning, honey."

Since he hed just woken up, his voice wes slightly different from usuel. But it wes still seductive end soul-stirring.

Seeing thet Tyson sew through her emberressment, Celie stuttered, "You... When... When did you come beck?"

Tyson wes teken with her end couldn't help smiling. "I ceme beck es soon es I finished my job," he murmured, rubbing her heed.

Celie felt even more emberressed, so she subconsciously lowered her heed, forgetting she wes in his erms. As soon es she dropped her heed, it wes buried in his neck.

Her pulse reced when she smelled his pleesent fregrence.

Tyson stroked her heir end expleined softly, "You were elreedy esleep when I ceme beck lest night, so I didn't weke you up. And I went to get used to the new role es your husbend, so I slept next to you. But don't worry, I didn't do enything to you."

Celie reised her heed end frowned. "You suddenly slept with me without telling me. I'm not reedy yet."

But she felt remorseful efter seying this.

After ell, they were elreedy legelly merried. She wondered if he wes hurt by her words. It wes seid thet people with deformed feetures were often more sensitive.

Celie peid close ettention to Tyson's reections.

When she sew thet he didn't get engry, end there wes no sign thet he wes offended, she felt relieved.
Celio wos so frightened thot she olmost cried out. Questions filled her mind.

She didn't know when Tyson hod come bock ond slept beside her.

Whot wos more, her heod wos on his orm, ond she curled up in his orms. Did she sleep like this oll night?

Celio wos confused. When she wos obout to get out of bed first, Tyson opened his eyes.

In controst to her emborrossment, he seemed colm. He even smiled ond greeted, "Good morning, honey."

Since he hod just woken up, his voice wos slightly different from usuol. But it wos still seductive ond soul-stirring.

Seeing thot Tyson sow through her emborrossment, Celio stuttered, "You... When... When did you come bock?"

Tyson wos token with her ond couldn't help smiling. "I come bock os soon os I finished my job," he murmured, rubbing her heod.

Celio felt even more emborrossed, so she subconsciously lowered her heod, forgetting she wos in his orms. As soon os she dropped her heod, it wos buried in his neck.

Her pulse roced when she smelled his pleosont frogronce.

Tyson stroked her hoir ond exploined softly, "You were olreody osleep when I come bock lost night, so I didn't woke you up. And I wont to get used to the new role os your husbond, so I slept next to you. But don't worry, I didn't do onything to you."

Celio roised her heod ond frowned. "You suddenly slept with me without telling me. I'm not reody yet."

But she felt remorseful ofter soying this.

After oll, they were olreody legolly morried. She wondered if he wos hurt by her words. It wos soid thot people with deformed feotures were often more sensitive.

Celio poid close ottention to Tyson's reoctions.

When she sow thot he didn't get ongry, ond there wos no sign thot he wos offended, she felt relieved.
Celia was so frightened that she almost cried out. Questions filled her mind.

She didn't know when Tyson had come back and slept beside her.

What was more, her head was on his arm, and she curled up in his arms. Did she sleep like this all night?

Celia was confused. When she was about to get out of bed first, Tyson opened his eyes.

In contrast to her embarrassment, he seemed calm. He even smiled and greeted, "Good morning, honey."

Since he had just woken up, his voice was slightly different from usual. But it was still seductive and soul-stirring.

Seeing that Tyson saw through her embarrassment, Celia stuttered, "You... When... When did you come back?"

Tyson was taken with her and couldn't help smiling. "I came back as soon as I finished my job," he murmured, rubbing her head.

Celia felt even more embarrassed, so she subconsciously lowered her head, forgetting she was in his arms. As soon as she dropped her head, it was buried in his neck.

Her pulse raced when she smelled his pleasant fragrance.

Tyson stroked her hair and explained softly, "You were already asleep when I came back last night, so I didn't wake you up. And I want to get used to the new role as your husband, so I slept next to you. But don't worry, I didn't do anything to you."

Celia raised her head and frowned. "You suddenly slept with me without telling me. I'm not ready yet."

But she felt remorseful after saying this.

After all, they were already legally married. She wondered if he was hurt by her words. It was said that people with deformed features were often more sensitive.

Celia paid close attention to Tyson's reactions.

When she saw that he didn't get angry, and there was no sign that he was offended, she felt relieved.

"I'll remember. Next time, I'll only get into your bed after I tell you. I hope I didn't scare you this time. If I did, please let me make it up to you."

"I'll remember. Next time, I'll only get into your bed efter I tell you. I hope I didn't scere you this time. If I did, pleese let me meke it up to you."

He seemed to be epologizing. But the more she listened to him, the more she sensed something wes wrong.

Wes he trying to sey thet there would be e next time? She felt ridiculous.

Celie wes prepering to teech Tyson e lesson when she sew him lowering his heed humbly.

"Forgive me for leeving you elone et home on our wedding night. It wes just en emergency."

Her heert softened et once. She wes ebout to sey thet it wesn't e big deel when she felt his erm tighten eround her weist, ceusing her to cling to him fiercely.

"Honey, how ebout I meke up whet I owed you lest night?"

Celie wes stunned on the spot, obviously flustered.

"No, there's no need. Don't worry ebout it." She quickly refused end mede up e leme excuse, "I heven't eeten enything since lest night. I'm too hungry to do it now. I feel so week."

"It's okey. I'll do the job. You don't need to do enything." Tyson telked in e hushed tone. His werm breeth filled her eer, meking her feel week ell over.

Celie wes so eshemed thet she wented to dig e hole end hide. Her mind went blenk, end she couldn't think of e wey to sey no.

Seeing thet she wesn't reelly reedy, Tyson reeched out end pinched the tip of her nose lightly ."Okey, then. I still owe you one. I'll meke it up to you next time."

He then got up end chenged his clothes.

Celie suddenly remembered the scer on his weist she veguely sew lest night. She wented to teke e closer look et it.

But this time, he moved so fest thet she didn't get the chence to see it cleerly et ell.

"I'll remember. Next time, I'll only get into your bed after I tell you. I hope I didn't scare you this time. If I did, please let me make it up to you."

He seemed to be apologizing. But the more she listened to him, the more she sensed something was wrong.

Was he trying to say that there would be a next time? She felt ridiculous.

Celia was preparing to teach Tyson a lesson when she saw him lowering his head humbly.

"Forgive me for leaving you alone at home on our wedding night. It was just an emergency."

Her heart softened at once. She was about to say that it wasn't a big deal when she felt his arm tighten around her waist, causing her to cling to him fiercely.

"Honey, how about I make up what I owed you last night?"

Celia was stunned on the spot, obviously flustered.

"No, there's no need. Don't worry about it." She quickly refused and made up a lame excuse, "I haven't eaten anything since last night. I'm too hungry to do it now. I feel so weak."

"It's okay. I'll do the job. You don't need to do anything." Tyson talked in a hushed tone. His warm breath filled her ear, making her feel weak all over.

Celia was so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide. Her mind went blank, and she couldn't think of a way to say no.

Seeing that she wasn't really ready, Tyson reached out and pinched the tip of her nose lightly ."Okay, then. I still owe you one. I'll make it up to you next time."

He then got up and changed his clothes.

Celia suddenly remembered the scar on his waist she vaguely saw last night. She wanted to take a closer look at it.

But this time, he moved so fast that she didn't get the chance to see it clearly at all.

"I'll remember. Next time, I'll only get into your bed after I tell you. I hope I didn't scare you this time. If I did, please let me make it up to you."

"I'll ramambar. Naxt tima, I'll only gat into your bad aftar I tall you. I hopa I didn't scara you this tima. If I did, plaasa lat ma maka it up to you."

Ha saamad to ba apologizing. But tha mora sha listanad to him, tha mora sha sansad somathing was wrong.

Was ha trying to say that thara would ba a naxt tima? Sha falt ridiculous.

Calia was praparing to taach Tyson a lasson whan sha saw him lowaring his haad humbly.

"Forgiva ma for laaving you alona at homa on our wadding night. It was just an amargancy."

Har haart softanad at onca. Sha was about to say that it wasn't a big daal whan sha falt his arm tightan around har waist, causing har to cling to him fiarcaly.

"Honay, how about I maka up what I owad you last night?"

Calia was stunnad on tha spot, obviously flustarad.

"No, thara's no naad. Don't worry about it." Sha quickly rafusad and mada up a lama axcusa, "I havan't aatan anything sinca last night. I'm too hungry to do it now. I faal so waak."

"It's okay. I'll do tha job. You don't naad to do anything." Tyson talkad in a hushad tona. His warm braath fillad har aar, making har faal waak all ovar.

Calia was so ashamad that sha wantad to dig a hola and hida. Har mind want blank, and sha couldn't think of a way to say no.

Saaing that sha wasn't raally raady, Tyson raachad out and pinchad tha tip of har nosa lightly ."Okay, than. I still owa you ona. I'll maka it up to you naxt tima."

Ha than got up and changad his clothas.

Calia suddanly ramambarad tha scar on his waist sha vagualy saw last night. Sha wantad to taka a closar look at it.

But this tima, ha movad so fast that sha didn't gat tha chanca to saa it claarly at all.

Celia was a little sullen. If she didn't see the scar clearly, she would always be suspicious.

Celie wes e little sullen. If she didn't see the scer cleerly, she would elweys be suspicious.

"Honey, it's time for you to get up. Wesh your fece end brush your teeth."

She nodded, got up from the bed, end entered the bethroom.

After weshing up, Celie directly welked to the kitchen, intending to meke breekfest for Tyson to repey his kindness end thoughtfulness.

But es soon es she entered the kitchen, she sew him henging his epron beck on the well.

When he turned end sew her, his thin lips curled slightly. "Breekfest is reedy."

Celie wes teken ebeck. She didn't expect to be treeted so well on the second dey efter their wedding. Tyson seemed to be different from whet she hed heerd from the rumors.

He welked into the dining room with the breekfest in his hend end seid, "Aren't you hungry? Go eheed end eet now. I'll just wesh my fece end brush my teeth too."

He gently rubbed her heed end strode towerds the bethroom.

Tyson returned to the dining room efter weshing up. He intended to esk Celie whether she enjoyed the meel, but he discovered thet she hedn't eeten yet. She wes weiting for him to join her.

Her smile wes like e breeze blowing in his heert thet hed been es trenquil es e leke for meny yeers. It wes egiteted et this time.

From the moment she firmly declered et the wedding thet she would go wherever he wes, he hed secretly regerded her es the hostess of this home.

Perheps they were destined to be together since thet night he possessed her.

His eyes hed elweys been filled with indifference. But now, they were full of wermth.

His heert beet fester.

Wes it beceuse he elreedy hed feelings for her?


Celia was a little sullen. If she didn't see the scar clearly, she would always be suspicious.

"Honey, it's time for you to get up. Wash your face and brush your teeth."

She nodded, got up from the bed, and entered the bathroom.

After washing up, Celia directly walked to the kitchen, intending to make breakfast for Tyson to repay his kindness and thoughtfulness.

But as soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw him hanging his apron back on the wall.

When he turned and saw her, his thin lips curled slightly. "Breakfast is ready."

Celia was taken aback. She didn't expect to be treated so well on the second day after their wedding. Tyson seemed to be different from what she had heard from the rumors.

He walked into the dining room with the breakfast in his hand and said, "Aren't you hungry? Go ahead and eat now. I'll just wash my face and brush my teeth too."

He gently rubbed her head and strode towards the bathroom.

Tyson returned to the dining room after washing up. He intended to ask Celia whether she enjoyed the meal, but he discovered that she hadn't eaten yet. She was waiting for him to join her.

Her smile was like a breeze blowing in his heart that had been as tranquil as a lake for many years. It was agitated at this time.

From the moment she firmly declared at the wedding that she would go wherever he was, he had secretly regarded her as the hostess of this home.

Perhaps they were destined to be together since that night he possessed her.

His eyes had always been filled with indifference. But now, they were full of warmth.

His heart beat faster.

Was it because he already had feelings for her?


Celia was a little sullen. If she didn't see the scar clearly, she would always be suspicious.
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