His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 12

The new street market was cramped with people. The market alley wasn't wide enough to accommodate a car. So Charles stopped his car at the market entrance and walked in with Autumn.

He walked a step behind her to block out the crowd and protected her with one of his arm staying a few inches beside her waist.

"What do you want for dinner?" Autumn suddenly turned her head to Charles. His gentle protectiveness deeply touched her.

For the first time in her life someone had treated her so well.

"You can buy whatever you like." Actually Charles wasn't really particular about food. He only wanted to spend some more time with Autumn.

"What about... Lily Fried with Celery, Fish Braised in Soy Sauce and Rib Soup with White Gourd?" Autumn asked casually. Charles immediately nodded in agreement and Autumn then made her way to the vegetable stall. "Granny, how much is the celery?"

"Miss, how have you been?" The woman smiled at her. She also took notice of Charles, and then she asked, "Is this... your boyfriend?"

"I am her husband." He replied with a smile, nothing looked like the arrogant CEO back in his office.

Autumn was blushing. She quickly picked up some vegetables and hurried to leave. When they were about to leave, the woman generously gave them some scallion and told her, "Miss, you have an eye for a good life. It'll take some load off your grandmother's mind."

Most people in the market knew she had always been good to her grandmother. Now that she found a good, caring husband, everyone was happy for her.

Thinking about her grandmother, Autumn choked with emotions. She hurriedly bought some other food ingredients and went back home with Charles. When they got home, she tied her hair in a neat ponytail and began cooking the dinner.

She firstly cleansed the ribs in boiling water and put them in a stewpot. Then she worked on the rest of the food items. In just a little while, three delicious dishes were ready to be served.

She took off the apron and called out for Charles to eat. "Time for dinner."

He, sitting on the sofa, put down the newspaper. His eyes hadn't been on the newspaper. All he had done was observing her all the while. He was more curious about her now.

Autumn served a bowl of rice for him. Seeing him stare at her, she couldn't help but ask, "What happened? Does my face look dirty?"

She wiped her face with her hands.

Charles shook his head. "No, nothing. Come let's have dinner."

Autumn didn't push too much. She quietly finished her dinner and cleared the table. Then she went upstairs to revise the plan.

Charles knew it was because of him that she had to keep revising the plan again and again. But he wasn't satiated only because he wanted to stay with her longer. He knew if their relationship went at this pace, they might just end up as "normal roommates".

Charles kept thinking about their relationship post dinner. The more he thought, the more whiny he became. So he called his grandfather for help.

His grandfather was considerate enough to leave the newly wed alone in the house. He went to America to visit his granddaughter. He was about to go fishing when Charles called.

"Charles, how have you been? Do you get along well with Yvonne?" From his cheerful sound, Charles could tell that he felt quite comfortable.

"Grandfather, when will you come back?" Charles asked him.