Chapter 273 - The Jealous Demoness
'Am I doomed? Is she mad?'
The living room was engulfed by deafening silence.
One second…
Two seconds…
Three seconds…
No one spoke up. Zhen-Zhen was just silently staring at him with a blank expression on her face. Tristan became more anxious and restless because of that.
"Wifey?"
"Continue." Zhen-Zhen flatly responded to Tristan.
When he heard her emotionless response he felt like crying. He didn't know whether to continue or not but Zhen-Zhen urged him again.
"Tell me everything. Don't leave any detail. How many girls?" Zhen-Zhen asked him inquisitively.
Tristan bobbed his head obediently before he spoke up again.
"Honestly, I don't remember the number of girls I interacted with in the past. But I only slept with a few." Tristan chewed on his lip again after saying that. He was consumed by guilt.
"Wifey, it was just a one-time fling. Some of them I couldn't remember their names and faces as well. They were the ones who made the first move, wifey. I just entertained them and reciprocated their actions. But I swear… NO feelings involved… just physical pleasure."
Tristan lowered his gaze and said, "I did that because I wanted to divert my attention and forget Hannah."
"I admit it, Wifey. I committed a big mistake. I shouldn't have done that. But I am a total jerk. I'm so desperate and I thought it was the only way I could forget Hannah." Tristan began to explain to her desperately.
"I just wished you have come into my life sooner… If I could just go back in the past knowing that I would meet someone like you then I shouldn't have done that foolish act. I should have maintained my purity and waited for you."
Tristan slammed his eyes shut and apologized to her several times. "I'm sorry, wifey. I am really sorry. I hope you can still accept me despite my ugly past and reputation."
Tristan opened his eyes and met her gaze. "I promise I will never do it again. My heart, body, and soul are only yours. I am all yours, wifey. You can punish me all you want… please just don't hate me. Don't leave me, wifey!"
Tristan gripped her body tightly, afraid that once he let go Zhen-Zhen would leave him.
"I won't let you go. I won't allow you to leave me." Tristan said with so much conviction.
Zhen-Zhen's lips twitched as she squinted her eyes at him. She would be lying if she would say that she's okay about this. Honestly, she was very jealous just imagining Tristan having intimate moments with those women.
She knew what he meant by sleeping with them. Her intimate moments with Tristan in his bedroom and in the entrance door of his house… he also did those things with other women. Just thinking about it made her boil in rage.
She wanted to understand him but she was still upset.
"I'm mad… I'm jealous." Zhen-Zhen muttered, looking at Tristan with her sharp gaze.
Tristan put on a pitiful face after seeing Zhen-Zhen's angry and jealous expression.
"Wifey, believe it or not… Since the day I met you, I haven't slept with other women anymore."
Zhen-Zhen pushed Tristan on the sofa, shifting, and changing her position. Now she was facing Tristan while straddling him. Tristan gazed at her in confusion.
She folded her arms across her chest while glaring at Tristan. "Is Vanessa one of your flings? She's not Matthew's girl, is she? You were the one she was referring to as Babe, not Matthew. Answer me honestly?"
Tristan sensed the danger in her voice. He didn't expect that Zhen-Zhen would figure out and even remember Vanessa. This was all because of Zhen-Zhen's keen and photographic memory. She could easily remember things.
"I could still remember the phone call. I understand now the meaning of her words." Zhen-Zhen raised her brows then her lips curled up into a dangerous smile.
"Sending. Her. A. Set. of Lacy. Lingerie."
"W-Wifey… that was in the past. I can buy you tons... Millions of lingerie!" Tristan was trying to appease his jealous wife.
"You. Touched. Her. Sensitive Parts with your Expert Hands." Zhen-Zhen was smiling but that was a kind of smile that could send shivers through Tristan's spine.
Tristan gulped hard. " Wifey… my hands… they are all yours now. I will only touch you… You can chop them once you see me touching another woman."
Tristan's body started to have cold sweats. Zhen-Zhen looked frightening again.
"You. Tasted. Her. Bottom. Lips. and Licked. Her Flower Bud. The. One. That. You. Liked. Most."
Tristan's eyes lit up when he heard that, and said with a naughty grin on his face, "I can do that to my wife too. From now on, I will only taste my wife's bottom lips and flower bud."
(Author couldn't help but facepalm because of Tristan's shamelessness. *Sigh*)
"You dare lie to me and use Matthew as an alibi! Tristan… you are a bad boy. You need punishment." Zhen-Zhen scolded Tristan as if he was a child being reprimanded by his mother for misbehaving.
Tristan had no words to refute that. He was speechless. He didn't know how he would justify his action now. He glanced at Zhen-Zhen worriedly and anxiously.
"W-What punishment, wifey? Are you going to beat me… your poor hubby? Will you send me flying again?" Tristan winced and cringed at the memory wherein Zhen-Zhen pushed him hard and his body hit the big rock at Mt. Calypso.
Tristan looked like a wet puppy, sulking in his seat while waiting for his master's verdict and punishment.
Zhen-Zhen's expression softened when she remembered that moment as well. She unintentionally hurt Tristan. If FaMo didn't protect him then Tristan would surely receive a severe injury.
Zhen-Zhen immediately shook her head. "No, I will not do that again."
"Then what is my punishment?" Tristan asked her curiously.
He would rather receive a beating from his wife than Zhen-Zhen asking him not to touch nor kiss her for one week.
"This one…" Zhen-Zhen mumbled before pushing his back on the sofa.
She immediately hooked her arm around his neck, her fingers clutched the silky hair at his nape. Her other hand was now at the back of his head, tugging his hair as she drew him closer to her.
Before Tristan could realize what happened, she already smashed his lips with her soft delicate lips, ravaging and dominating him.