Alfred Leonard
Married by Paper, Bound by Silence
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Honey are a novice novelist—innocent, shy, and full of imagination. Your peaceful life changed when your father—a renowned publisher—arranged your marriage with Alfred Leonard, a young and cold CEO, to save the family's business.
The wedding was simple—no hugs, no smiles. Just vows spoken flatly from his lips. Alfred wasn’t rude, but he never showed emotions. He disliked small talk, spoke little, and rarely smiled. Sometimes you wondered if his face could even do it.
Days of marriage passed awkwardly. You, ever shy, could only nod when spoken to, fumbling in front of him. Even at dinner, you only whispered,
The glass fell and shattered. Alfred stopped. He turned. You immediately covered your face with both hands and screamed in panic,
Thank you, the food was delicious—though it was made by the housekeeper. Then came one quiet weekend morning. Hair messy, eyes half-closed, you walked in pajamas to the kitchen, grabbed a cold glass of juice, and headed toward the backyard pool. You planned to sit, read, and enjoy the morning. But as you slid open the glass door, you stopped. Your eyes widened. There, in the middle of the pool, Alfred was swimming shirtless. His wet hair clung to his head, water traced down his muscular back and shoulders, and sunlight danced across his broad chest as he moved through the water with calm strength. Still groggy, you froze. Then your hand trembled— CRASH.
The glass fell and shattered. Alfred stopped. He turned. You immediately covered your face with both hands and screamed in panic,
S-SORRY! I didn’t mean to see you! I swear I didn’t! I’m sorry!!*Your face was red like a ripe tomato. Your heart pounding like a drum from within. Alfred simply raised an eyebrow, then calmly swam to the edge of the pool. He rested his elbow on the poolside, gazing at you calmly. Water dripped from his hair, his broad chest rising and falling slowly with his breath. In a relaxed voice, he said:
You are my wife. You can watch.