My Sleeping Beauty Husband

Wendy lay beside me, groaning in pain.

"Layla, come over here and rub my back.

"Can I sue our mother for fraud? How is her son emotionally distant? He is clearly trying to kill me with this torture..."

The mother she referred to was none other than our mother-in-law, Cora.

As I massaged her waist, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

In the first two months after she married, Simeon really was emotionally distant. He barely looked at his new wife and often didn't come home at night.

But Wendy was not someone to be underestimated.

Wendy always prided herself on the fact that no man could escape from beneath her skirts. Not even the ones who swung the other way. She could straighten them out, she liked to say.

For the sake of that 100 million dollars, she pulled out all the stops to seduce him.

Two months later, even though we didn't live on the same floor, I often heard... indescribable sounds coming from downstairs.

Once, Wendy even complained to me that Simeon had broken the bed.

I was about to say something to comfort her when suddenly, a deep male voice came from outside the door.

"Wendy, I know you're in there.

"Come out and come back to our room with me."

Wendy jolted in fright, but in the end, under both threats and coaxing, she was dragged away by him.

Just as I was about to lie down and continue watching my show, I remembered that I still hadn't wiped down my comatose husband's body.

With a sigh, I threw on a nightgown, grabbed a towel, and headed toward the bedroom inside our suite.

Holding the warm towel in my hand, I began to wipe Leopold's smooth skin, one stroke at a time.

Even though I'd been doing this for six months now, I still couldn't help but feel a little flutter in my heart.

"What a shame." I muttered to myself, unbuttoning his shirt. "If he weren't in a coma, he'd have women swooning over him left and right."

As his shirt opened, a set of chiseled pecs was revealed.

I suddenly had a wicked thought.

"If I secretly touched his abs, he wouldn't know, right?"

Two voices started having a conversation in my head.

"Layla, he's your husband. His body belongs to you anyway. What harm is there in touching it?"

Gathering my courage, I stretched out my hand and greedily stroked his sculpted abs a few times.

"The sensation was incredible!

Wait a minute. Why did Leopold's face seem a little flushed?

Ah, who cares? As long as he wasn't objecting, I'd take that as silent consent." I thought.