Carlos was right. After all, it would not be right to live together if they didn't officiate the marriage again.
Sara couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she observed Jacob being embarrassed. Never in her life
did she expect that something like this would happen to him. Although Jacob hesitated for a moment
there, he had no choice but to go along with it.
Carlos went back to his room, but he left the door half closed. Meanwhile, both of them were left trying
to figure out if he did it on purpose or not.
"Are you upset about what my father said?" She was still keeping her laughter from bursting out as she
continued to observe his reactions.
"No, I don't really mind." Contrary to what he was trying to say, his face was clearly blushing. He
paused midway as he tried to open his mouth to say something in addition to his reply. However, she
noticed this until she finally couldn't hide her laughter.
She turned around and went straight to the guest room as soon as she settled down from giggling
uncontrollably.
"What my father said was right, though. We haven't remarried yet, so it would be inappropriate for us to
live together. Otherwise, what would others say? We can't risk it. Aside from that, it would also affect
my father's reputation."
Her face wore a worried expression as she took a glance at him. Such preposterous things were clearly
excuses. She just wanted to use her father's words to prove that they should have a convincing reason
before they could commit to each other. Otherwise, there would be consequences.
"I know, Sara. You don't have to explain those to me. You go ahead. I'll clean up the table for you."
Jacob stood up and began to wipe the table. She immediately left without saying a word in return.
Meanwhile, Carlos finally closed the door fully. He had seen what just happened. That confirmed that
Jacob indeed grew up a lot, and that he was almost a stranger from his former self.
A smile arched up at the corners of his lips. His goal today was to teach Jacob a lesson the best way
he could, and he succeeded. Other than that, he had no intention of interfering with the young couple's
life.
While Sara was busy cleaning up the room for Jacob, she couldn't help but smile. She was pretty
excited to find out his reaction upon seeing that the bedroom was too feminine in design.
She clapped her hands as soon as she finished, and went straight out of the room to go to the kitchen.
To her surprise, she saw Jacob busy washing the dishes. She never once saw him do any sort of
household chores before, and now he was casually washing the dishes like it was no big deal.
She stayed silent, but deep inside, she was moved by his little gesture. She walked from behind to
intercept, and took the bowl out of his hands.
"Let me do this. Your stomach is still aching after that drinking, right? Go and get some rest in the sofa.
Or you can have a seat in the room, and just call me when you need anything," she confidently said.
Her face was red and her heart was rapidly pounding. That was quite a strange thing. It wasn't a big
deal to anyone, but small things could sometimes touch people's hearts.
The idea alone that he was clearly showing his affection for her made her feel that she was the
happiest woman in the world.
There wasn't a lot of men in modern society that would think about their wives so affectionately. As long
as a man was willing to think about his wife, that alone would make the woman feel appreciated.
She kept smiling as the blush remained on her face.
"Are you okay, Sara? You don't look very well." He turned his head to catch another glimpse of her. He
slowly formed a smug, but attractive look on his face.
She responded with her own gaze locked at him. She squinted so as to express her confusion. "No.
What's with that question all of sudden? Do I look bad?"
"You blushed so I thought you might have a fever. Are you okay? Or are you just moved?" He placed
the bowl down and moved to close in on her.
"Humph! Moved? No way! I just think that you shouldn't do these things! You just tried to wash the
dishes and now you're so full of yourself." She walked away after lashing out as a defense mechanism.
He proceeded to finish washing the dishes, then he wiped his hands dry. As he was doing so, he
couldn't help but take a peek at the living room. As he expected, Sara was there indulging herself into
watching the TV as she leaned to the comfort of the sofa. He wasn't sure if Carlos was simply in a bad
mood or if he intentionally left to give both of them a private time for themselves.
Either way, he was grateful for his father-in-law. Although Jacob thought that he might still be
dissatisfied with him, all the gestures he received from him got him to the impression that he had
already forgiven him from the bottom of his heart.
It was easy to earn his trust for the first time, but it was difficult to regain it. Jacob walked up to Sara
and rested his hand on her arm.
"Honey, do we need to check the guest room?" He leaned over and gently whispered in her ear. She
pretended to be calm about it, and slowly stood up.
He proceeded to grab her hand, and the two walked straight into the bedroom.
It wasn't long after they just passed the door when he pushed her further into the room and gently
kissed her lips. This time, she was doing pretty well.
He wore a smile on his face as he placed his hands on her waist. They both looked like they were
enjoying each other's touch.
"Well, what do you think you're doing? You're being crazy!" After quite some time, she pushed him
away. However, the blushes on her face told him otherwise.
"I need your reward. Didn't you see how capable I am today? I even washed the dishes for you. I have
never done these things before, except for you. And I will continue to do so in the future."
Before he could finish his words, she stood on tiptoe, and kissed him back on the lips. His eyes were
wide open, but he slowly looked down.
The whole scenario looked so vibrant and pure. It went longer until he couldn't help but let go of her.
"Well, you should probably go back to your bedroom now. You dad might catch us here and scold me."
He gently pinched her shoulders, and looked at her with his bright, hopeful eyes.
She looked down, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"What are you talking about? You know my father is not that kind of person," she replied. However, she
still turned to scan the outside. Contrary to her reaction, she knew that what he said was true.
He smiled, and stated, "Okay, okay, fine. You're right. But you still need to go back quickly now. Let's
just continue to talk on WeChat."
He gestured for her to go. She reluctantly walked out of the room. She took a quick look at her father's
bedroom as soon as she got out.
It was closed, and she didn't notice any sign of it ever being opened while she was with Jacob. She
heaved a sigh of relief. Soon after, her father suddenly opened the door and walked out of the room.
She could only imagine the embarrassed look on her face as she looked at her father. She awkwardly
smiled and went straight to her bedroom.
She stroked her chest after closing the door, and she could feel her heart wildly beating. Her amber-
hued eyes shone with such charm. Soon enough, she settled down and heaved a sigh of relief. She
took out her phone and unlocked it.
She aggressively kicked her slippers off, and climbed onto the bed while staring at her phone. She felt
the warmth and comfort of the blanket covering her. She smiled as she scrolled over the conversations,
and observed Jacob's messages for her on WeChat.
The messages read:
"Sara, are you feeling good today? Feeling miles better?"
Another chat appeared. "I know your dad is upset, so I think I have to listen to him and make sure he
doesn't get more pissed off than he already is. Although I really want you for myself. This is frustrating!"
She snorted as she read his messages with a pitiful emoji. 'Is this really the Jacob I once knew?' she
thought. He just kept surprising her with his little antics.
The thought of him trying to act cute made her smile. She replied, "Why are you doing this? Stop acting
cute! Jacob, you little rascal! What's gotten into you?"
Meanwhile, Jacob wore a slight frown as he scrolled up further in the conversation. He couldn't figure
at which point of it he was trying to act cute. As he was getting ready to type in his response, his
thoughts wandered off, and he decided to let the matter go. Either way, such thing didn't really matter to
him as long as it made her happy.
Instead, he just asked, "What's wrong? You don't like it? Fine, then. I'll stop. Are you happy?"
Sara felt butterflies in her stomach as she continued to stare at the ceiling, drowning in her own
thoughts.
It was said that men had always been considerate, but they differed only on whether or not they were
willing to show their adoration to only one person, or multiple people at the same time.
Back then, Sara always thought that Jacob was an empty shell of a man; and that he was incapable to
human emotion. Only now did she realize that as long as she was willing to put her faith in him, even
the thick layers and walls he put to protect himself from emotional vulnerability would fall down like
dominoes.
She thought of a reply for a while, and typed, "You're oddly talkative nowadays. I have no idea what I
should do with you."
He sat there on his bed, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. 'Just take it as genuine compliment, '
he said at the back of his mind.
He typed, "I know you're just saying that, but I'll take it as a compliment. But I still think you're the most
righteous person I've ever met."
She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face never faded once. His words certainly pleased her no
matter how she tried not to show it.
"Why do I feel so scared when you're flattering me?" she replied.
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