Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

Although Janice was a little embarrassed, she still raised her voice. "I don’t want to get divorce anymore."

Her voice was firm and powerful. It seemed that she was announcing something.

Christopher couldn’t help turning to the window and secretly smiled.

Of course he knew what Janice meant. He just wanted to hear her say it out loud.

He said, "Well, I don’t want to get divorced either."

That night, Christopher and Janice went back to the rented apartment. He packed up Janice’s luggage and left with Nino.

In the car, Janice sat in the passenger seat with Nino in her arms. When she realized that they were not on their way home, she was a little surprised. "Aren’t we going home?"

Christopher gave her a mysterious smile. "You’ll know in a while."

After driving for about half an hour, the car stopped in a half-mountain villa group.

Janice looked at the magnificent villas outside the window and was surprised. "Here..."

"Here is our home." Christopher said as he opened the car door and got out.

Janice then walked down with Nino in her arms.

Christopher walked into a grand villa with her luggage. From the outside, it was Venetian style.

The decoration inside resembled the kind of luxurious European palace style that she had seen on TV.

But after she entered, she was very surprised to find that it was decorated in a simple, minimalist style.

It was very warm and felt cozy.

"Do you like it?" Christopher asked.

Janice nodded, "Yes."

She liked it very much.

Hearing that, Christopher thought, "Finally, I didn’t waste my time."

Janice then asked, "What about the previous house?"

Although she knew Christopher was rich, it was a pity to abandon it.

Christopher thought, "The previous house was temporary accommodation. Now, of

course, we have our real home."

He said, "I’ve transferred that house to you. When you want to run away from home in the future, you can go there. But I won’t give you a chance."

As he spoke, he placed the key in Janice’s hand.

Janice looked at the key in surprise. She had no idea when he did all these things.

However, she suddenly had a house, which made her feel unreal.

"Christopher, I..."

"Don’t refuse me. It’s just a house." Before she could finish, Christopher interrupted her. "Let’s go. I’ll show you the bedroom upstairs."

Then he pulled Janice’s hand and walked upstairs.

There were two bedrooms upstairs, enjoying the same decoration style.

Christopher asked her to choose which room she wanted to sleep in.

However, Janice found that one had a single bed, and the other had a double bed.

So, did Christopher want to let her make the choice by herself?

Janice soon understood the reason behind it.

Previously, because she was afraid of pain, Christopher never forced her.

Therefore, this was the reason.

Thinking of this, Janice was filled with guilt.

"Christopher, since I used to act like that... Will you be angry?"

Christopher understood what she was referring to. He walked up to her and stroked her long hair. "Janice, I have told you, I’ll wait for you."

...

Janice emotionally threw herself into Christopher’s arms.

"Christopher, you’re so nice."

She was moved from the bottom of her heart. Christopher stroked her hair and said. "Choose a room. I’ll cook something for you."

Christopher turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"Christopher."

Janice stopped him.

Christopher stopped and looked back.

Janice said, "I won’t choose. I’ll stay with you wherever you live."

Christopher looked at her with a smile on his face.

Staring at his departing figure, Janice secretly made a decision.

No matter what, she wanted to be Christopher’s real wife.

Thinking of this, she dragged her luggage into the large main bedroom and sent a WhatsApp message to Yvonne.

"Yvonne, how can we overcome the fear of pain?"

She thought that Yvonne was a doctor who would understand more or less.

Not long after she sent the message, Yvonne replied.

"Fear of pain? What kind of pain?"

Janice was too embarrassed to say the truth, so she said.

"Well...such as the patients who are afraid of pain of acupuncture or surgery."

"Janice, what exactly do you want to ask?" Yvonne sent out a string of question marks.

Did she have to say it directly?

It was a little embarrassing, but she was determined.

She directly said, "For example, the pain of having sex for the first time."

Yvonne said, "Are you talking about yourself?"

Janice...

Could she care about her feelings?

So straightforward.

Yvonne said, "It’s not as painful as you think. It is like being grabbed by an ant." Being grabbed by an ant?

Janice was suspicious. In the romantic fictions she had read, it was described as either crushed by a truck, or suffered from level ten earthquake.

Moreover, when she was in school, she had also done a relevant interview.

The interviewees’ descriptions were also very exaggerated.

She said, "But, that’s not what the fictions describe."

"So it is called fiction. By the way, why are you asking this? Are you going to devote yourself to him?"

Yvonne typed.

Janice’s face turned red, then she replied, "Yes."

Yvonne sent a line of "hhhhh…", followed by a voice message. "Love is a wonderful thing. Relax, don’t be nervous. Come on." Hearing such an excited tone.

Janice only felt that her face was getting hotter.

During the whole dinner, her cheeks had been burning.

Christopher felt that her expression had been strange ever since she came down from upstairs. He couldn’t help but ask, "Janice, are you feeling unwell?"

Janice confusedly answered, "Huh?"

"Why is your face so red?"

Hearing Christopher’s question, Janice’s face turned even redder. She was afraid that he would discover something, so she quickly lowered her head.

"Nothing."

After the meal, Janice ran upstairs alone.

She touched her hot face and felt that she was quite useless.

She was already in her twenties. How could she be like an 18-year-old girl?

It was a minor matter!

Be brave!

She secretly encouraged herself and walked into the bathroom.

When she came out, Christopher had already come in.

Janice was wrapped in a bath towel and her snow-white shoulders were exposed.

Seeing Christopher standing here, she was still a little uncomfortable.

...

She even wanted to run away.

However, when she thought of her previous decision, she went out.

Christopher saw Janice coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. A large patch of her snow-white skin was exposed.

This had an immediate impact on him.

Because Janice had always been very conservative. She always wrapped herself tightly after she took a shower.

This was the first time.

Christopher stared at her passionately.

Janice was a little embarrassed by his stare. She grumbled, "Why are you staring at me?"

Only then did Christopher look away. He actually felt a sense of guilt from being caught.

"Come here and dry your hair."

Christopher went to get a hair drier.

Janice walked over.

She was about to grab the hair drier in his hand.

Christopher said, "Sit down. Let me do it."

Janice was a little shy for a moment, then she sat at the dressing table.

Christopher stood behind her, stretched out his slender fingers to hold her black hair.

However, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by her exposed shoulders.

Janice, who had just taken a shower, gave off a fresh fragrance. Her skin was pink, as tender as an egg that had been peeled off.

Christopher stared at her snow-white neck, gradually moved closer to her, wanting to kiss her. However, he thought that he had just reconciled with her. He didn’t want to scare her.

Thinking of this, Christopher swallowed his saliva and held his urges back.

By the time he dried Janice’s hair, he was sweating all over.

He put down the hair drier and walked to the bathroom.

Janice frowned when she saw Christopher leaving in a hurry. "What’s wrong with him? He left in such a hurry."

But she still felt happy when she thought of how serious he was when he blew her hair just now.

Looking at her soft hair in the mirror, she couldn’t help but smile.

Not long after, Christopher came out of the bathroom and saw Janice tidying her hair. His body, which had just cooled down, felt inexplicably hot again.

Christopher couldn’t help but frown. He thought that throughout the night, he might have to keep a distance from her.

He was about to turn around and leave.

Janice asked in surprise, "Christopher, where are you going?"

Christopher said, "I’m going to read in the study."

Janice said, "It’s so late. Don’t you want to sleep?"

Janice said with a red face.

Christopher said, "You sleep first."

Janice said, "Wait a minute."

Christopher stopped.

Janice got up and walked over, stopping behind him.

"Christopher, I..."

She was too awkward to say.

"What?" Christopher looked at her in confusion.

Janice summoned up her courage and said, "I want to have a try tonight." She whispered.

Christopher however, did not understand for a moment. "What do you mean by trying?"

Janice bit her lips. "I mean that thing."

Christopher asked, "Which thing?"

Janice was a little annoyed. "Why is he playing dumb about this?"

She grumbled, "It’s what a married couple should do."

Only then did Christopher realize what she was referring to.

He chuckled. "Are you prepared?"

Janice said, "I don’t know. But I think we can give it a try."

She said with a blush.