A Crazy Wife novel Chapter 47

These three words are like a hand gripping Hannah's heart, and her face suddenly turns white. It is good that the light shade prevents Chester from seeing Hannah’s complexion.

"Almost died?" She forces herself to calm down, turning slightly, thinking, "Three years in jail is surely worse than death."

This explanation is quite plausible, and Hannah settles down at once, "I don't want to do this job anyway."

An “I don't want to do it” blocks most of Chester's questions back.

That is how it is. If she doesn't want to do it, no one can force her to do it. Even though there is still doubt in his heart, Chester couldn't ask her more.

"After all these Hannah of hard work and learning, don't you think it's a pity to just say you're not going to do it?"

"What about you?” Hannah’s gaze falls on the quilt, "Are you just going to be a civic worker in the military for the rest of your life? Because people think that's all you can do, so you just do it?"

On hearing this, Chester's face gradually sinks, "Don't ask too much about things you shouldn't ask, there are things you know too much about, it's not good for you! Not good at all."

His looks are very cold as if they are a cold dagger, and he is gesturing at Hannah's neck. She is shocked, momentarily speechless.

Chester then put the book on the bedside table and goes to sleep.

He gives out the sound of steady breathing in the room, where there is so quiet as if nothing has just happened. Hannah is relieved! She has no plan to compose any design any more and goes to bed as well.

As long as you don't ask Chester about the matter, he is still very easy to talk to most of the time. Today she deliberately raises this issue because she is curious about something, so she wants to test his reaction at the risk of annoying him.

The night is dusky and Hannah is comfortable sleeping, so she rolls over, only to froze when the tip of her nose hit a warm spot.

She sees two slender eyelashes, a thick eyebrow and a straight nose. So she moves back with a taut face carefully, as if this is known by Chester, he would push himself out of the bed. It is simply thrilling.

After moving backwards to a safe position, Hannah couldn't sleep all of a sudden, checking the face on her side. She doesn't know how to think of him every day. She thinks about his body when bathing him, and her heart beats faster. There is a faint smell of soapy water in the air, coming from Chester's body, inexplicably clean and good-smelling.

He is an old-fashion person, who refuses to even use shower gel, and insists on using an old Chinese brand of soap, yellow and slightly transparent. It's almost impossible to smell it after washing.

Surrounded by all kinds of perfumes every day, Hannah wants to get rid of all the chemicals that are in the air, and she can get rid of them when sleeping with Chester. The fragrance is always a pleasure.

Looking closely, Chester's face is extraordinarily tender, and I don't know if it's because of the light, but even the pores can't be seen, and his hair, which he does not care much, hangs over his head, covering most of his eyelids.

Hannah couldn't help but reach out her hand and gently gives him a nudge. Her wrist is suddenly grabbed by a large hand, and Chester quietly opens his eyes, looking at her, not saying a word, as if waiting for an explanation.

Hannah is so alarmed that her heart misses a beat.