A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest updated noble marriage [Anna] latest chapter!    When Anna saw Karenin nod, she knew that his mood had improved. After all, Karenin was not the kind of person who would look at another person in an unfair manner.

"But what does it matter?" Anna thought.

"Do you need to read some more?" Anna asked thoughtfully, her fingers already going for the glass, looking as if she thought the answer to the question was yes and was going to leave.

"No."

The negative answer came as a bit of a surprise to Anna, and what made her even more dumbfounded was Karenin's next statement and the action that followed.

"Not tonight."

Karenin's right hand pressed against Anna's finger.

To the untrained eye, it looked like two people holding a glass together, but when you got closer, you could see the intimacy of those fingers touching each other.

Anna instinctively wanted to be shy, but felt that this shyness how pretentious ah!

She is this man's wife!

They are two adults, and they are married!

So she tried to suppress her desire to blush and said calmly, "Then I'll ask Annuschka to clean up the place first."

Anna was just about to turn around and call Annushka when Karenin's right hand gently pulled her in, then wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "Anna."

Anna's heart pounded.

She tried to say something at first with a strained neck, but then she looked a little routed and just said, "Okay, okay ......"

So, that night, Anna learned a little more about her husband.

If an official gentleman gets up in a rare moment of childishness, the consequences can be severe and serious, at least the next morning, Anna did not get up on time.

By the time Anna woke up, it seemed to be time for Karenin to go out.

Anna simply stayed in bed, her arms still naked, the late summer sun still carrying a hint of warmth that grew hotter as the sun rose.

The silk comforter was a fine fabric, and the side belonging to Karenin still seemed to harbor the other woman's scent.

Anna rolled over a little and reclined, her hands raised and wrapped around the pillow belonging to the other woman.

The smell was reassuring, the smell of cleanliness and aftershave, as if Karenin was still there.

Sleep became stronger and stronger like the sunlight.

Just as Anna was about to fall asleep again, the door of her room was opened, and she opened her eyes, subconsciously embarrassed, thinking it was Annushka, but surprised to find the man who was supposed to be on his way to the ministry.

"Why are you still there?" Anna asked. Her hands were still holding the pillow that belonged to Karenin, unaware of how attractive she was at the moment with her lazy posture and disheveled hair. It wasn't until Karenin's eyes were on her for a bit too long. Only then did Anna realize.

She curled up a little and half sat up, tugging at the covers with both hands, then slowly raised her head again, blushing a little, wanting to explain something, but not knowing what to say. Finally she could only slowly pull back her hands, then whispered, "I thought you were already out."

"Should have been." Karenin coughed softly as he hesitated, instinctively wanting to come closer but having second thoughts.

Though married for some time, and more intimate things had been done, Kalenin had never done anything like this, gazing at his wife in the daylight.

He found her very beautiful, both the dark eyes and slightly curled eyelashes, shall we say, is very charming.

This thing Kalenin was clear from the beginning.

He loved his wife, and her beautiful face was certainly part of it, but he loved her for far more than just such vulgar and superficial reasons.

Seeing that skin in this daylight, that blush on her cheeks, those awkward words, all made Karenin feel fascinated.

Reason told him that he had to go out, but he couldn't control his feet and went over again.

When he reached the edge of the bed, Karenin felt his wife move again, and the arm that had been placed outside, with gorgeous skin, had been withdrawn, and the skin of the neck had turned a nice pink color, and his steps stopped.

And the person on the bed only felt strange.

Anna did not know why she subconsciously wanted to do this, she would not doubt her love for Karenin at all inside, she thought it was just an instinctive shyness, and with a little time she could do it perfectly.

As Karenin approached, Anna felt some inner apprehension and anticipation, until Karenin stopped right at the edge of the bed and did not advance any further.

She lifted her eyes with some curiosity.

When her eyes met, she felt Kalenin's blue eyes light up as if for a moment, and just as she was about to take another serious look, Kalenin had bent over and leaned towards her.

Just as he had done before, a soft kiss fell on Anna's lips.

The man moved away slightly, then his right hand lifted and gently stroked the side of Anna's ear, finally falling to his cheek, his thumb sliding gently out of his jawline, while at the same time another, more passionate kiss came between them.

It wasn't the first kiss between them, but Anna felt the difference.

Like love and cherish.

Like men and women who are united by love, even if they fall in love after marriage, but Anna was absolutely sure that their love was slowly growing.

It was an irresistible regret that they had not met early enough, but their love was long, and Anna felt that this was a blessing from God, and she would cherish it for that reason.

Marriage, more than love, has to be a little more tolerant and understanding.

Whether it is a wife or a husband, occasionally it is necessary to be the other's elder, to give each other tolerance and relief.

Most people think that Karenin was a very unapproachable person.

The so-called unapproachable was not that he was a mean person, in fact, almost no one would agree with this, not to mention the few people who knew that Karenin could not look coldly and hardly into the tears of women and children.

The great Petersburg official was not sufficiently poised, and often presented himself with a sense of unsmiling seriousness when he did not need to be entertained, but that was not yet the reason why people would fear him.

In fact, most of the reason for this result is the stubbornness in the bones of the official.

This stubbornness becomes meticulous in his work, demanding and fussy about more details, and sometimes, when he is taking a breather at work and at the end of the day, it becomes a kind of caution that even if he doesn't like it, he has to keep thinking about it in his head.

Anna knew this in her heart a long time ago, but as a wife she always thought it was not such a bad flaw, until, finally, her husband, a gentleman famous for his self-control, became stubborn in front of her too.

It started two days before Karenin had to go on a business trip with Mr. Stremov, whom he hated.

Karenin, who had always been physically strong, fell ill.

"Fever and cough, Alexei, you know you'd better not go to the department tomorrow, right?" Anna adjusted the pillow for her husband and brought him a glass of water and medicine.

She had never needed to worry about such things, Karenin was not the kind of person who could not take care of himself at all.

But she had forgotten one thing: the effect of Mr. Stremov was obviously still there.

"Anna, I suggest that I sleep here alone today, otherwise even you will be infected." Karenin said in a somewhat hoarse voice, gently avoiding the question above.

"Okay, but not now, I have to keep watch over you, and I'll go back to sleep when you're asleep, okay?" Anna was too coaxed to notice the shift of emphasis in the words.

"I'm fine." Karenin frowned gently, he wasn't used to being treated like a child, it meant losing control and would make him feel a little uneasy.

Anna could always understand this.

Although she was not as intelligent as Karenin, nor did she have the keen instincts honed in politics, her eyes were always on the other side, so she could understand.

When they were first together, Anna might have chosen to respect her husband's ideas, but now, she knows that may not be true.

No one really wants to be alone when he is vulnerable, even if he has been cloaked in a veneer of strength.

"You need to take the medicine and get a good night's sleep, I promise you'll be at least more comfortable tomorrow than you are now." Anna gently nudged Karenin's hand that was holding the medicine, gesturing for him to take it.

Karenin had done what he had to do.

The medicines are not bitter, at least for an adult, and what they mean is recovery and health soon after.

But his tongue was still a little numb, and the dryness between his throat, moistened by the water, got a little better, but in a short while the pain returned week after week.

Karenin frowned once again, this time a little harder from pure physical discomfort, then he heard his wife's words and his soft little hand rested on his forehead, stroking it gently.

"It's going to be okay, Alexei."

"Anna." Karenin seemed to continue to insist that his wife stay away from him. In his mind, women were more fragile, and his wife was even less the robust type of woman; if she fell ill, Karenin would worry even more.

"Don't be stubborn." Anna said with a smile, "I'll go to sleep when you're asleep."

There was little point in insisting that Karenin could only go to sleep.

Physical exhaustion made the officer fall asleep quickly, except that his brow remained lightly furrowed, indicating his discomfort.

Anna did not go to bed as soon as Karenin fell asleep, as she had promised, but stayed for another hour. She wiped Karenin's sweat with a cold handkerchief, held his hand and watched him quietly for a while before leaving.

Anna did not sleep well this night. She got up in the middle of the night to check on her and was reassured that Karenin hadn't kicked the covers, as he himself said, he was a mature adult who could take care of himself.

The man's sleeping posture is very upright, and sleeps very well. Sleeping Karenin looks softer, the corners of his mouth is not habitually pursed, nor does he suddenly mean a cold smile, he looks like an ordinary man.

Frowning a bit annoyingly in his sleep from his illness, he placed his hands honestly under the covers, as if he was used to restraining himself.

It's reassuring, but that's saying something, isn't it?

There was a fullness of emotion overflowing in Anna's heart, and she went over, bent down, and kissed Karenin on his slightly sweaty cheek.

She wished him all the best in his dream and hoped that the illness would stay away from him sooner.