Chapter 67 - Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Are you trying to murder your husband?

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Are you trying to murder your husband?

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At this point, Yigol Novak’s body slowly moved closer to Suri Drew.

Suri’s heart became more panicked, and her heartbeat became erratic, unconsciously starting to imagine certain scenes.

“No, no, no, we can’t do this. We’ve known each other for less than… ” Suri was so nervous that she couldn’t even speak clearly.

Actually, ever since she realized that Yigol was in her heart, she had been mentally preparing herself for this moment, but she didn’t expect to be so scared when it really came.

Tears circled in Suri’s heart, and her hands were extremely flustered.

But she didn’t know how to stop Yigol from going any further.

Yigol suddenly reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, and Suri’s mind went blank.

At this moment, Yigol whispered in her ear, “Wife, what are you nervous about? I just want to hold you, I don’t have any other thoughts.”

Yigol was at a loss whether to laugh or cry; he didn’t want not to go further, but seeing Suri so nervous and afraid, he didn’t want to hurt her.

Because of her mother’s divine intervention, he and Suri grew closer, which was a happy event. At this moment, their hearts were very close together, and he could even clearly sense her heartbeat.

Suri’s body tensed to the extreme, but she didn’t struggle and just let Yigol hold her.

After a while, Suri slowly recovered and wrapped her arms around Yigol’s waist, burying her face tightly in his embrace.

In Suri’s room, Sherry Woods closed the door but had no intention of sleeping.

Was this the right thing to do?

This Yigol always gave her a sense of stability. There weren’t many tricks with him. She could naturally tell that the relationship between the two hadn’t developed to that point, and she was even more aware of what kind of person her daughter was.

For Suri, her feelings were a blank slate. It would probably be difficult for her to take the initiative. As for Yigol, he seemed to do whatever she wanted.

Sherry Woods could see that Suri had Yigol in her heart. That’s why she deliberately pushed them closer. She only hoped that this time her daughter wouldn’t choose the wrong person.

Yigol handed over his house to Suri’s management.

When Yigol went to pour the footbath water, she asked Suri. Suri told her that Yigol wanted to transfer the house to her name, but she was reluctant. She also showed her mother the 1.1 billion dollars Yigol had given her as pocket money.

What kind of tycoon son-in-law was this?

Men with money often turned bad, and it was indeed necessary to be on guard. But to find a rich man who was still so kind was extremely rare.

She felt that Yigol would be more reliable than Suri’s father.

If Yigol didn’t really care about Suri, he could use that money for anything. Why give it to Suri?

Suri was indeed beautiful, but beauty couldn’t be eaten. He had money; what kind of woman couldn’t he have? There was no need to pay so much for one woman.

Moreover, Yigol came from a rural background. As he said himself, he could endure hardships and understood the bitterness of life. Being rich yet still retaining this simplicity was one of the reasons Sherry Woods approved of him.

As long as her daughter could be happy, she would have no regrets in her life.

In Yigol’s room.

“You… you stay away, why stick to me?” Suri whispered a complaint.

“Wife, don’t wrong me like that. Look, I’m almost falling off the bed. Are you trying to murder your husband?” Yigol replied pitifully.

Suri didn’t say anything and moved herself to the other side. Yigol, worried that she would fall off, held her tightly.

After a while, Suri whispered, “Husband, you… don’t shake, what are you doing?”

Yigol replied, “I… I’m a little excited… ”

“You…” Suri’s face turned red instantly. She didn’t dare to continue talking, otherwise, who knows what ridiculous things Yigol would say.

“Wife, am I really that excited? Or are you the same as me?” Yigol whispered.

“I… I don’t have it! Stop talking nonsense!” Suri defiantly replied.

“But I do. Wife, what should we do?” Yigol teased.

“I…” Suri suddenly didn’t know how to continue the conversation. As expected, no matter what she said, he always had various words to make her blush and her heart race.

Yigol moved his body slightly closer to Suri, and she immediately warned, “Don’t move! If you don’t behave, I’ll kick you out as soon as my mom leaves tomorrow.”

“Hmm? Wife, are you worried that I’ll do something to you?” Yigol asked feigning confusion.

The next second, Suri turned around, and the second after, her hand landed on Yigol’s waist.

“Wife, I’m asking for guidance. Don’t treat me like this. I’m asking so carefully because I want to know what I can do and what I can’t. If you don’t tell me, you can’t blame me.” Yigol pretended to know nothing.

Suri knew he was doing this on purpose, but she was helpless.

“Just… just don’t keep moving around. Just like this is fine. You can’t do anything else.” Suri thought for a moment and replied.

But when she said these words, she felt like she had no confidence.

“But I can’t guarantee that when I fall asleep. My mom said I used to sleepwalk when I was little. What if I…” Yigol replied.

Suri couldn’t argue with him, so she could only rely on her stubbornness to say, “I don’t care about all that. If you dare to do something wrong, I’ll kick you out tomorrow.”

“Wife, you can’t be so unreasonable.”

“I’m unreasonable, so what?”

Yigol was speechless, silent for a moment, and then continued, “If you sleepwalk, I can’t be blamed.”

“Nonsense, I don’t sleepwalk!” Suri said immediately.

“Alright, alright, you don’t sleepwalk, and you won’t climb into my arms.

During those days in your room, you didn’t sleepwalk into my bed. I’ll just watch and see what you do tonight.” Yigol replied helplessly.

“You… I won’t talk to you anymore.” Suri was exasperated and blushing.

During the days when Yigol was staying in her room, she didn’t know how it happened, but she would either wind up in Yigol’s bed or his embrace. Each time she woke up, she blushed.

Yigol pretended to sigh helplessly, ‘Wife, your husband is a normal man.. How can I not have any thoughts when I see such a beautiful wife every day? If I didn’t have any thoughts, you wouldn’t be happy, right?”