Hidden Flash Marriage: Love Me Back, Mr CEO

“Your husband, you haven’t introduced him to me,” May remarked.

‘Huh?’ Mia was stunned.

“Don’t be shocked,” May continued, laughing. “I was simply in a coma, not dead. So yeah, I always heard everything you said. And the books you read to me…” She smiled warmly as she spoke.

It took a while for Mia to collect herself from the shock. ‘Oh.’

Since her mother woke up, they had never discussed Shawn, which made Mia shocked when May mentioned him just now.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“I know it was a marriage of convenience between you two, but that doesn’t give him the right to mistreat my daughter.” May’s soft expression had transformed into a scowl.

At first, Mia seemed lost. What was the woman talking about?

Suddenly, realization dawned on her. She recalled the last time she visited her mom in the hospital, where, before her eyes opened, she had poured out her feelings, lamenting about how Shawn had betrayed her trust.

With this realization, Mia was stunned, finding herself at a loss for words. How would she explain this?

“He needs to come here so I can talk some sense into him. Perhaps I should consider having him arrested.”

“Huh-oh-” Mia immediately choked on her spittle, coughing incessantly.

After regaining her composure, she muttered, “Erm, that will not be necessary, Mom. It was a misunderstanding-we have settled it.” She nodded her head in an assuring manner.

May eyed her daughter skeptically, “Are you simply saying all this just to protect him?”

“Huh? No, no. Not at all. Truthfully, the issue has been settled.”

“Hmm,” she added, “Regardless, he needs to come see me. Or am I wrong?”

Mia swallowed uneasily. “Nn-not at all.”

“Exactly. I’m his mother-in-law.” Her mother beamed with pride.

Mia let out a small smile at this.

Anxiety washed over her. How was she going to say this to Shawn?

Pushing her thoughts aside, she said, “Mom, there are some things I must tell you.”

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As Jasper drove the Madam into the mansion, it was already late in the night, having spent extra time at the apartment he usually drove her to every day.

“Goodnight, Jasper.” Mia flashed her teeth as she stepped down from the luxurious vehicle.

“Night, Madam.” He bobbed as he watched her enter the house.

Inside, the house was unusually quiet, and Mia could barely see. If not for the lights outside, she might have thought there was a power outage.

“Madam Susan?” She called out, taking precise steps forward, but silence greeted her.

The workers must have retired to their quarters for the night, she deduced.

Dipping her hand into her bag, she rummaged for her phone. However, a dim light caught her attention in the dining area.

Furrowing her brows, she carefully made her way to the dining room. When she arrived, what she saw left her speechless.

At the head of the table sat her husband, casually yet elegantly dressed in a black t-shirt and navy blue pants, a pleasant cologne emanating from his body.

Spread across the table were various delicacies – main and side dishes, desserts, and more. In the center stood a gold metal candelabrum with glass tubes, each holding a lit candle.

“Come over,” her husband’s husky voice cut through the silence, prompting her to approach.

Astonished, Mia shuffled across the room and took a seat on the man’s left side.

As she lowered into the chair, Shawn reached forward, grasping her hand. “Come sit on my lap,” he pulled her onto his lap.

“Always sit on my lap from now on, Little One. That’s a chair made especially for you,” he whispered, his minty breath sensually caressing Mia’s face.

She nodded meekly in response.

“Good girl,” Shawn patted her head endearingly.

“Congratulations on your admission to the university. And congratulations on securing your first gig,” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek.

So, that was what the feast was for? Mia beamed with pride inwardly. “Thank you, Hubby.”

With those three words, especially the last one, something swelled within Shawn.

‘Huh?’ Mia blinked blankly, sensing something harden underneath her.

What was that?

Like a flash, realization dawned on her, and she quickly sprung to her feet.

Before she could make a move, Shawn, with quick reflexes, pulled her back into him, his hand wrapped around her waist.

“Sit still. If you keep moving around like that, I’ll take you right on this table,” he growled huskily.

Mia was immediately rendered speechless. Heat crept up her thighs, and adrenaline rushed through her veins all at once.

How could a man be so… so… so raw, so blunt?

Shawn carefully served the dishes, and the couple soon began feasting on the meal.

Despite the abundance of food, knowing his wife had a voracious appetite, he was confident nothing would go to waste. And he was right. Mia cleared everything on the table.

By the time they finished, she was so full that moving her legs became difficult.

Effortlessly, Shawn picked her up in a bridal style and headed straight into their room, her bag also slung around his neck.

Upon entering, he carried her straight into the bathroom for a quick warm bath.

Noticing her husband undressing her, Mia realized he intended to bathe her.

To be honest, she knew she had no strength, but the thought of Shawn Mandez seeing her nakedness made nervousness grip her.

“Relax your nerves, I’m your husband,” Shawn reassured, noticing her tense body as he removed the last of her clothes.

Gently, he placed her in the bathtub and tended to her.

Once done, he dried and combed her tangled hair, dressed her in a silky nightgown, and tucked her into bed. He then headed to the bathroom for a quick bath.

After finishing, he wore a matching pajama like hers and got into bed next to her, planting a kiss on her temple.

As he settled beside her, Mia’s whisper cut through the silence, “Thank you.”

She knew she had her husband to thank for her successes, both in school and at work. She was well aware that securing the intern job was his handiwork.

Even though he didn’t say anything-wasn’t saying anything about it, he was one to move silently.

He was even the one who had drafted up her application letter himself.