Untamed Charming Wife

“… You rogue!” Kayla glared at him and shoved the bag in her arms to him. “I’m going to change.”

Kayla ran upstairs and opened the wardrobe, her eyes widening in surprise. “So many?”

Inside the wardrobe, a row of clothes hung neatly. Most of them were in light colors, ranging from underwear to shirts, from dresses to jackets, and even sportswear. She casually flipped through the lace-trimmed boxes in the corner, her expression stiffening as she saw the neatly folded underwear inside.

How much did all these clothes cost…?

Drowning in debt, Kayla started searching the clothes for price tags. After checking several items, she couldn’t find any tags, not even brand labels.

She twitched her lips. Without knowing the price, she felt no pressure and casually picked an outfit to change into.

Kayla certainly didn’t know that for someone like Ethaniel, clothes were custom-made by private designers, naturally without brand labels. Each piece was unique.

Ethaniel was working on the sofa when he heard a voice from upstairs. “E… Ethaniel.”

The slightly embarrassed voice made him look up, and a flash of amazement crossed his eyes.

Coming down the stairs was Kayla, her long hair reaching her waist, wearing a simple white dress with lace trim at the chest, in a sweet Lolita style.

Kayla had never worn anything so… cute before. Her big eyes looked anxiously at Ethaniel. “… Does it look bad?”

Ethaniel hadn’t said a word, making Kayla feel a bit uneasy.

He stood up and slowly walked over to her. When he reached her, he said, “No, you look very beautiful in this dress.”

“… Really?” Her big, bright eyes looked at Ethaniel.

“Really.” Ethaniel smiled indulgently at her and took the bracelet she was holding.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Kayla awkwardly hid her hand behind her back. “I don’t want to wear this; it’s too heavy and will affect my gun handling!”

“Keep it on,” Ethaniel said, holding her hand and leading her downstairs. “It’s after work hours; you don’t need to handle a gun.”

“But I’m not used to it.” Kayla had lived a tough life since she was young and had never worn such expensive clothes and jewelry.

“You can try to get used to it,” Ethaniel said softly, leading her out the door.

“… Oh.” Kayla mumbled in agreement.

Ethaniel silently smiled. Getting used to something wasn’t an overnight process; it took time to change gradually.

For instance, he hadn’t been used to smiling before, but after meeting her, it became a habit.

Now she thought she couldn’t accept being Ollie’s mommy, so he and Ollie would work together to help her get used to it.

She used to refuse to hold his hand, but now, wasn’t she obediently letting him hold it?

He could wait, and he would wait.

In the sports car, Ethaniel had a gentle smile on his face. One hand held the steering wheel while the other held Kayla’s small hand.

“This doesn’t seem to be the way to my house,” Kayla observed the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.

Ethaniel didn’t answer. After a few more minutes, the car stopped. “We’re here.”

Kayla opened the car door and looked at the quaint little courtyard in front of her. White walls and gray tiles, a few orange trees in the yard, and a small pavilion. In the center of the yard was a white house with floor-to-ceiling windows covering almost the entire wall, decorated with colorful lights that twinkled like stars.

Kayla turned to look at Ethaniel. “What is this place?”

Ethaniel stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered, “This is your future home.”

Kayla felt a warmth in her heart. Although Viola had mentioned moving, she hadn’t figured out how to talk to Ethaniel about it. She didn’t expect Ethaniel to have already arranged everything.

Ethaniel softly said in her ear, “It’s not far from my villa and still within RosenBay. Sam wouldn’t dare come here easily. Look over there.”

He pointed to a corner of a building peeking from the tree shadows. “That’s the largest hospital in Seatowne. Arranging doctors will be convenient. When you move here, we can start your mother’s treatment anytime. It’s also close to the police station and in the same direction as Ollie’s school. Every morning, I can take Ollie to pick you up, drop Ollie at school, and then take you to the police station… is that good?”

Listening to Ethaniel’s serious plans for their future, Kayla felt a strange twinge in her heart. She felt Ethaniel’s commitment to their relationship. Without her needing to ask, he had thoughtfully arranged everything.

The night breeze gently brushed her face, carrying the scent of the sea. Kayla looked at the meticulously arranged courtyard in front of her and nodded slowly. “Good.”

On Saturday morning, Kayla decided to move.

After declining Ethaniel’s offer to hire a moving company, her money-saving plan didn’t go as smoothly as she had imagined.

Viola was the first to refuse her outright. Then, a flash of inspiration hit Kayla; she could ask her colleagues for help.

As police officers, they had excellent physical fitness, perfect for the labor-intensive task of moving.

Her first call was to Mick.

Initially, Mick agreed to help, but when he learned Kayla’s new address, he paused and then said he was busy before hanging up.

“…” Kayla stared at her phone, deep in thought.

Was her popularity really that bad?

Ethaniel, writing a few notes on a document, looked at her lying on the sofa with a gloomy expression. “What’s wrong? Mick isn’t coming to help?”

“Yeah, he said he’s busy,” Kayla tossed her phone aside and scratched the sofa. “He said it was fine before!”

Ethaniel smiled faintly at her disappointed expression but didn’t say anything.

Kayla being able to move into RosenBay was obviously his arrangement. There’s no way Mick would show up.

Kayla turned to look at Ethaniel, hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Do I have bad people skills?”

“… Hmm?” Ethaniel shifted his gaze from the document.

Kayla, wearing light blue home clothes, her hair in a side braid tied with a crystal-embedded ribbon, looked adorable, making one want to cherish her.

Apparently, she didn’t have a clear understanding of herself. “If Mick and Viola helped you move, would that prove you have good people skills?” Ethaniel stroked her smooth hair.

Kayla lowered her head, her voice low. “At least I wouldn’t feel like such a failure. I think I’m a good person, always the first to rush in at work, except for occasionally… being a bit violent…”

Ethaniel sent her upstairs to check on Oliver’s homework and then took his phone, dialing a number.

When the call connected, he said lightly, “Chief, it’s Ethaniel…”