The Billionaire's Contracted Wife [English]

"Love, can’t I try choosing a single pair of clothes? After all, any clothes would suit me!!" Tanaga boasted while complaining about the number of clothes he had to try on.

In Tanaga’s whole life, he had never experienced buying his own clothes in a store, since his personal stylist was the one who took care of his clothing. Yet he couldn’t just build the courage to tell his wife; she looked so happy choosing and picking up clothes for him.

However, when he saw how many clothes his wife had chosen – in truth – he was tired just by looking at how many there were. On top of that, he was forced to wear every single one of them. He was thinking of a way to only try on one piece of clothing. "Please, Love. I’ll just wear one pair. When you get my size, we can buy whatever you want to buy, okay?" Tanaga pleaded.

At first, Tanaga looked like an aggressive dog, with eyes of aggression and ready to bite. But now, he had the appearance of a lost puppy, with watering eyes. The unexpected change in expression caused Ashley to pity him.

She secretly smiled before answering, "Sure! Let’s make it three sets instead of one just to be sure, though. After that, leave the buying to me! Go! Try them already!" Ashley grabbed the clothes from Tanaga and gave it back after picking the three sets. Once again, she pushed her husband into the fitting room.

"After you wear a set, show it to me like you’re in a fashion show, okay?!" Ashley commanded her husband. She looked as though she were a child throwing a tantrum while entering the fitting room.

"Yes, mother!" Tanaga sarcastically replied to his wife, who sat on the sofa near the fitting room, waiting for her personal fashion show. Ashley secretly laughed as she didn’t expect her husband to respond in that way.

Soon, she had begun reminiscing about how she was so afraid of him at first, because of his stern and grumpy demeanor – that was all a façade. In reality, he was sweet and caring. Then again, he was just sweet and caring towards her, since his devilish face would always resurface whenever he talked to other people.

Ashley shook her head, excited to see her husband wearing the clothes she picked out for him.

But her thought process was suddenly interrupted by remembering about Tiny. She thought that she should buy him something for Christmas, and she thought of a way to do so. "Tiny," she shouted while waving her head at the bodyguard and circling the store to pretend to look for clothes.

"Come here!" Ashley called out to Tiny. He immediately noticed her waving, leading him to rush to the side of his lady boss. "Yes, ma’am! Do you need anything?" Tiny asked seriously.

"Yes, I need your help. I want to buy a souvenir for my older brothers since it looks like you are the same size as them! Would you please help me find the right size if that’s okay?" Ashley asked gently.

"Is that all? Of course, it’s okay! What do you want me to measure?" Tiny asked innocently, who had no idea that the clothes were for him.

"How about this – I know your taste is satisfactory, so you should be the one to choose about ten shirts and ten pairs of jeans. Make it a set, so it looks good," said Ashley, whose pretense was believable.

"Hmmm, I don’t have any problem. Ma’am, I’ll go pick the clothes!" Tiny then turned around and chose ten polo shirts and jeans.

While Ashley was waiting both for her husband and Tiny, she just read a magazine, which was over the customer’s table. She grabbed the uppermost magazine without looking at what type it was. That’s how she patiently passed her time.

After flipping through a few pages, Ashley heard, "Ahem! Ahem!" It was Brent, the salesperson who welcomed them, waiting for a chance to serve the couple.

Brent’s nose was quite sharp when it came to customers. He knew that the couple got money since their clothing wasn’t sold in-store and were custom-made.

"Ma’am, if you don’t need the clothes, shall I hang them up?" asked Brent while pointing to the unwanted clothes Ashley had picked out. "After all, they might get wrinkled," the salesperson gently continued, while smiling handsomely.

"Okay, okay, but do that a little later. Since my husband is still trying on the clothes, I want to see if the sizes are fine. I will let you know once I know what I want to see." It was perfect timing – Tanaga had come out, already wearing a polo shirt and jeans. He went out without wearing shoes and stood a few feet away from his wife.

"So, what do you think? I was right, wasn’t I?" Tanaga said to his wife. Brent stared at the two, wondering what Tanaga was talking about. He thought it was better if he just stood there and waited for the couple to finish. He was sure that his commission would be significant after this.

"Hmmm, you have a point. So, is the size okay?" Ashley asked who was gazing at her husband, amazed at how handsome he was. Her eyes had become fully round, and a beautiful smile lit up her countenance.

"The size is just right... so should I wear the remaining two sets? I’m already tired..." complained Tanaga while standing like a professional model. There were even a few customers who were supposed to use the fitting room, but they all stopped and couldn’t help but gawk at the handsome man.

Ashley noticed this, feeling some jealousy build within her. Her eyebrows rose as she glared at the two ladies who entered the fitting room. She didn’t say or do too much, as it’s not a sin to be stunning, and neither was it Tanaga’s fault to be born handsome.

"Yeah, sure! After all, I’m also tired. Starving too! After this, let’s eat, please," Ashley exclaimed while rubbing her belly. "Are you hungry?" she whispered to her child. Tanaga rushed back to the fitting room to change back to what he wore when he entered the store.

Tanaga hastily left before his wife changed her mind since he couldn’t say that he hated being in public places. Just for his wife, he did what he never once had done in his entire life.

Just for his beloved pregnant wife, he would do it...