Married to Julian Thorne for a year, we were still practically strangers, yet incredibly compatible in bed. My parents asked if we had plans for children. Julian replied, "We do. We're letting nature take its course." My eyelashes trembled, thinking of the box of ultra-thin condoms he just bought. He even opened two just last night. After washing up that evening. Julian unexpectedly helped me blow-dry my hair. I bit my lip. "Thanks, but I don't want to do it tonight." He froze. "Sorry, I didn't mean that." But halfway through blow-drying, Julian suddenly asked: "Can I ask why you don't want to?" 1 Julian and I met on a blind date. And it was a flash marriage. As for why it was so quick... According to my mother: "Sarah, you hit the jackpot with this guy." "Julian Thorne, 28, 6'3", rich, handsome, doesn't smoke or drink. His own company is about to go public. What reason do you have not to go?" "It just so happens your mom reconnected with her best friend from high school who just returned from abroad..." My mom's opinion wasn't the main factor. The real reason I impulsively agreed to the flash marriage... Was that I fell for Julian at first sight. He was totally my type. Handsome features, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Even a simple black shirt couldn't hide his good looks. His aura was cold but alluring. Especially the second time we met. It suddenly started raining on a sunny day. Without hesitation, he took off his suit jacket to shield me from the rain. His thin shirt quickly got soaked, clinging to his body. I caught a glimpse of his tight abs at first glance. At least a six-pack, and his pectoral muscles were full and defined. I subconsciously licked my lips. That night, I dreamed of Julian... Anyway, with both parents pushing hard. Julian and I got our marriage license less than half a month after meeting. On the second day after getting the license, there was a huge misunderstanding. Julian came home from work in the evening and didn't see me. He called me. "Sarah, did something happen tonight? Do you need me to pick you up?" Hearing his calm, deep voice from the other end. I was stunned for over ten seconds. Cheeks slightly hot, I said embarrassedly, "Sorry, Julian. I subconsciously went back to my parents' house after work." "It's too late now. I'll pack my things, come pick me up tomorrow." I was a tiny bit embarrassed. Today happened to be Friday. I was so busy I brain-farted and forgot I married Julian. Luckily, Julian didn't ask much, just gave a faint "Hmm." "It's okay, no need to apologize. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Since it's the weekend, we can move into our marital home together, is that okay?" Thinking about moving in together immediately. My breathing quickened nervously. But "guilt" made me nod repeatedly: "Yes, yes." Julian: "Goodnight, see you tomorrow." 2 The first night moving into the marital home with Julian. I was inexplicably nervous. I decided on the flash marriage because I really had a crush on him. But he... Before deciding to get the license, Julian told me very seriously: "Miss Miller, for some reasons, I don't really know how to love someone, but I will fulfill the responsibilities of marriage, respect you, and respect this relationship." My heart trembled slightly then. Thinking the "reasons" Julian mentioned might be related to him growing up away from his parents. So I didn't ask further, showing respect. I thought. No feelings now, doesn't mean there won't be later. After all, feelings aren't just developed by getting along, but also by doing things together. I took a deep breath and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the cabinet. Poured half a glass, downed it in one go, then returned to the room. When Julian came out of the bathroom after showering. My brain short-circuited, and I asked bluntly: "Julian, are we doing it tonight?" As soon as the words left my mouth. Realizing I was too direct. My face instantly turned bright red. I silently pulled the quilt up, covering half my face. Julian's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly. His voice was low and deep, "Sure, I have no problem." He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. Turning his head to look at me, he continued: "But we moved all day today. If you're not tired and still in the mood, we can do it now. If you're a bit tired, we can do it another day. It's up to you." I froze. Julian's words were too formal. Not like discussing intimacy, more like discussing homework... My gaze involuntarily drifted to him. Falling on the open collar of his pajamas due to sitting sideways, his full pectoral muscles faintly visible. My breathing instantly deepened. Embarrassed to say "Although I'm tired, I crave your body." I just stammered back. "Oh, oh, then let's do it another day." I lay flat instantly. Muffled out two words: "Goodnight." 3 The first six months of marriage with Julian. He was busy with the company IPO, overtime and business trips were the norm. Often didn't see him for more than half a month. Our first time was actually the third month of marriage. Heard the first time isn't great, so I was a bit worried. But the result was, I almost ate too much. Before sleeping. Even though Julian had made an appointment with me in advance. He still asked me gentlemanly and politely: "Sarah, is now okay?" I certainly wouldn't refuse food brought to my mouth. Blushing, I nodded reservedly. He turned off the main light, leaving only a night light on. Warm kisses landed on the side of my neck. Slowly moving down. Watching Julian get up and take a box from the nightstand, I swallowed nervously. Said to him softly. "Julian... be gentle." His movement paused, leaning down to kiss my brow. Trying to distract me, he asked: "Did you drink red wine today?" I clutched the pillow tightly, heart beating too fast to speak. The man's broad shoulders rose and fell, lines smooth, full of power. It was past midnight when it ended. Julian looked down at me, eyes dark. Voice extremely hoarse: "Are you okay? Can I get you a glass of warm water?" My ear tips were red. Cleared my throat and replied: "Pretty good... thanks." One year into marriage with Julian. We were still not very "familiar." Although he was overly formally polite to me. But he would actively report his daily schedule to me. Consciously kept distance from other women. Holidays or not, he would send flowers, gifts, and surprises. Not to mention transferring property and cars to my name. After Julian's company stabilized. We went from two condoms a month to two a week, occasionally even five a week. And always inadvertently, I was swept away. Daily be like. Me: [Overtime today?] Julian: [Overtime, home at 9 PM, arrive in bedroom around 11 PM. Can we exercise today?] Me: [Yes, shower first.] Julian: [OK, expect to carry you to shower at midnight.] Next day. Julian: [Sarah, I'll be home around 20:00 today. Will pass East Street, saw the shredded chicken noodles you bookmarked is there, want me to bring some?] Me: [Yes, thank you very much.] Julian: [Then as a thank you gift, is tonight okay?] Me: Huh? Five times last week? Although feelings for Julian escalated beyond my expectations. Isn't this too fast?! 4 Just when I thought. Julian and I were in a "love after marriage" script, he quietly dealt me a blow. New Year's Eve, Julian happened to be on a business trip. [Transferred 52000, Sarah, happy holidays.] I stared at the message, stunned. Didn't expect him to send a red packet voluntarily. Surprised and warmed inside. Biting my lip, I called Julian for the first time voluntarily: [Hubby. Happy holidays~ (Kitten kiss)] Julian replied at noon: [Sarah, I'll be home around 15:00. Tell the maid no need to prepare dinner, we'll eat out.] [Do you have plans tomorrow?] Me: [OK. No plans, why?] Julian: [Let's go skiing at Little Loop Mountain, celebrate the New Year.] Rare romance from a straight guy, of course I gladly accepted. But the next day. Not long after getting up, Julian took a call. After hanging up, he turned to me, tone apologetic: "Sorry Sarah, skiing needs to be postponed to tomorrow, is that okay?" He paused, explaining: "A friend just returned from abroad, a rare talent I've always wanted to invite to join the company. Originally agreed to chat after the Spring Festival, but her schedule changed, just called to meet me this afternoon to talk in detail." I froze. I faintly heard a gentle female voice calling him on the other end: "Brother Julian..." Thought it was a private call. Turns out it's business. I pushed the suitcase back into the cloakroom. Muffled reply. "It's okay, no problem." "Business is important." Julian went out. Dinner alone at home, I simply ordered the super spicy century egg fried river snail rice noodles I hadn't eaten for a long time. Spicy and smelly. Perfect for emptying my mind. After I finished eating, Julian's message arrived. [Dinner just ended, preparing to drive home.] [Sarah, it's still early, let's go watch a movie later? The one you were interested in, 'Hidden Murder'. I asked my assistant to secure the limited edition Pop Mart you liked, we can pick it up at the mall later.] I knew Julian was apologizing for standing me up today. The inexplicable stagnation in my heart was mostly digested. I agreed readily. However... After leaving the cinema, I was furious. Complaining about the movie to Julian from the car to home. "Is this a suspense film? Clearly a bloody violent revenge film, plot speechless, felt like reading a fake short story online." Maybe too much output, I couldn't open my eyes before ten. Washed up and went to bed, fell asleep immediately. Julian came out of the bathroom half-wrapped in a towel, seeing me asleep, stunned. Then. He took out his phone and gave "Hidden Murder" a 1-star review. [Movie content poor, affects marital relationship.]
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