"You'll get food only if you kiss me, Suzy," Chris muttered and smirked at her as he slowly took the plate from her.
"Then, the meal is yours," Suzy remarked before preparing to retire for the night. As she moved, Chris gently took hold of her wrist.
"I can't allow my wife to go hungry on our first night together," Chris asserted, returning the plate to her. "How is it possible that someone as wonderful as you remained single for so long? Have you never experienced romantic relationships? Have you ever encountered the feeling of love?" he asked.
Instead of directly responding to Chris, Suzy turned the question back on him, asking, "How many relationships have you been in?"
"I don't really date; I prefer to have fun," Chris answered with a hint of pride in his smile. While Suzy served herself the food, Chris noticed a mole on her neck. His fingers instinctively brushed against it, causing Suzy to startle and a frown to form on her face.
"What do you think you're doing?" Suzy's tone shifted to one of sudden anger.
"You have a mole here," Chris said, his hand slightly away from her neck. He chuckled to see her reaction. "You are nervous thinking how you'll pass this long night with me," he said.
"Allow me to enjoy my meal without disturbance," Suzy requested, taking a gulp before focusing her attention on her plate. However, she noticed Chris' penetrating gaze fixed on her, causing a subtle unease to creep in.
"I can't help but wonder if I'll be granted the privilege of pleasuring you tonight," Chris remarked unexpectedly, causing Suzy to cough abruptly. She placed the plate on the table quickly and looked for the glass of water while coughing.
Chris offered her a glass of water, which she accepted and started sipping. As she drank, his hand gently settled on her back, his touch soothing as he advised her to take it slowly.
Stray strands of hair fell across her face, and Chris tenderly swept them aside, their eyes locking momentarily.
He took the glass from her hand and gently placed it on the table, his gaze unwaveringly locked onto hers. "Is something wrong? What's behind that expression in your eyes?" he inquired.
"Chris, I want to make it clear that I'm not like the women you've been with. Please refrain from using inappropriate language around me; it's something I find uncomfortable," Suzy addressed him firmly.
"I assure you, Suzy, I didn't use any inappropriate language," Chris asserted, his eyes still fixed on her. "I simply meant to express my desire to please you in our intimate moments. Such terms are normal for a husband and wife," he explained, the smirk widened across his lips.
Suddenly he moved away from Suzy and grabbed the wine bottle. "No one treats me the way you do. You even banged my head on the bed. Sadly, I don't raise my hand on women," Chris stated and opened the bottle.
Filling a wine glass for himself, he again met her eyes. "If I'll tell my Grandpa how you are treating me, he may withdraw the investment from your company. But I am a man with high values. My mother taught me how to be a man with morals," he asserted and told her he would not play dirty games with her.
Gently grasping the stem of his wine glass, he raised it to his lips. "You should continue with your meal. I don't seem to have much of an appetite," he commented before taking the first sip of the wine.
Suzy couldn't shake off the odd feeling his words left her with, and she resumed eating. Once again, she found herself disliking the fact that he had opted to drink instead of joining her for dinner.
'Can I actually guide him to become the person Grandpa Arthur hopes for?' Suzy pondered, her thoughts drifting. So far, she had uncovered nothing about him apart from his reputation as a womanizer.
Suzy had finished eating and found he already had finished half of the wine bottle. Before he could pour more into his glass, she held his hand and stopped him against his will.
"Don't do that, Chris," Suzy said, concern evident in her eyes.
"Don't stop me. You are no one to lecture me. If you call yourself my wife, then fulfill your duties," Chris retorted, his eyes showing signs of slight intoxication. He took the bottle from her hand and headed towards the balcony.
Meanwhile, Suzy remained seated on the couch. After a brief moment, she stood up and walked over to the closet, hoping to find something suitable to wear. Unfortunately, she couldn't locate a single outfit for herself. As a result, she decided to brush her teeth and sleep in the wedding gown she was already wearing.
Upon returning from the washroom, Suzy discovered Chris reclining on the bed. He propped himself up on one elbow, a suggestive smirk playing across his lips.
"I had an unfortunate mishap with the wine, and it ended up on the couch. Regrettably, that means you won't be able to sleep there," Chris disclosed.
Suzy's gaze fell upon the crimson stains marring the once-white couch, and a realization dawned upon her: Chris had deliberately caused this.
"The floor would be quite chilly, and it's not a comfortable option either," Chris responded, almost as if he was deciphering her unspoken contemplations. Suzy had indeed considered sleeping on the floor.
"Considering the size of this king-sized bed, it's more than adequate for both of us. Join me, Suzy," he beckoned with a deep, seductive timbre to his voice.
Determined not to let Chris intimidate her, Suzy chose to sleep on the bed. She walked towards the bed with slow, measured steps and settled onto the mattress.
Her heart thumped with apprehension as she positioned her feet on the bed. But before she could lie down fully, Chris gently placed his hand on her bare shoulder.
"You weren't truthful about having a black belt in judo, were you?" Chris's whisper tickled her ear, his lips warm against her chilled skin, causing her breath to catch.
"Chris, stay away from me," Suzy said.
"You should've considered that before you agreed to my grandfather's terms and entered into a deal with him," Chris declared, his lips grazing her earlobe in a teasing gesture.
Reacting swiftly, Suzy pivoted, raising her hand in warning, but he caught it effortlessly. In the next instant, he guided her down onto the mattress, his own form looming over hers.
"I did mention that I'd turn your life into a living nightmare. Well, that commences right at this moment, Suzy," Chris breathed softly, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that held her captive.