141 Establishing Boundaries (1/2)

Of course Chamberlain had no idea what she was thinking about. Even if he did, he had no way of consoling her, he wasn't really interested in her.

After he got into the bathroom, Lena wondered if she should call her mother or friends for advice.

But before then, would they then be sharing a bed since they've collected the certificates?

All these thoughts made her forget about the book she was reading. She did not know when he came out of the bedroom.

Not until the bed dipped was she aware of his presence.

”How about we talk? We need to lay down certain rules, I can't keep sleeping on the couch.” He said as he rubbed his right shoulder. His eyes were unreadable while hers docile and innocent.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

”Huh?”

Her naiveté was what made him feel like a paedophile, setting their age gap aside.

He rehearsed, ”We need to establish boundaries.”

She wasn't sure if it was his tone or the way he looked at her, she immediately sat up.

Chamberlain's tone wasn't affectionate. Not the usual way you speak to your ”childhood sweetheart”, it was more like the way he spoke to every other person, his subordinates.

Not waiting for her to register his words or acknowledge them, he continued, ”This side of the bed is mine, do not cross over, else you're out.”

Lena's eyes widened in disbelief. She did not expect her husband to threaten to kick her out.

”We're married!” She tried asserting her rights but when her eyes met his, she became submissive, ”You can't kick me out,” she whispered.

How could she raise her voice at him? Everything about him demanded obedience and she was used to seeing him as someone different, her brother, someone on a high pedestal.

”Look at me,” he demanded. Like the submissive woman she was, she needed. She straightened her shoulders and looked into his eyes.

Deep down, she wondered if this was how a military marriage was, she made a note to talk to her friends.

”Don't slouch, or look away when you speak to someone,” he reprimanded.

”Ye.. yes.” She stuttered.

Normally, she did not slouch or look away from the people she spoke to. He was different. She kept it to herself.

As she looked into his eyes, her cheeks reddened, her eyes became glassy.

”Ahem,” he cleared his throat. This time, he was the one to look away.

”Anyway that is all, don't call me brother, don't crossover to my side of the bed and stop slouching, finally, maintain eye contact.”

With determination, he turned to look at her, ”What else?”

”Can I hold your hands and hug you?” She asked.

He wanted to refute then he recalled they were man and wife already, it would be weird. ”Only in public.”

”Does that mean you….” She was too embarrassed to voice the rest of her question.

He raised his brow, ”What?”

”Never mind”