Chapter 1 Teasing One's Own Husband

In the noisy bar, Amanda thought back to how she had teased Violet before heading out, and her mood instantly improved. She grabbed the beer beside her and guzzled it down. Later, as her head spun slightly from the alcohol, she boldly accepted a bet proposed by her friend Cindy. "Amanda, if a man walks in the door, you approach him; if it's a woman, I'll take her!" "You have to kiss them on the lips, dare to play?" Cindy shouted over the scent of alcohol. "Challenge accepted, who's afraid!" Amanda replied. She would not have agreed to this silly game if she knew that this bar attracted more male than female patrons. Sure enough, a man stepped through the dimly lit entrance. From her seat, Amanda couldn't make out his face or what he looked like due to the backlighting. Having made the bet, no matter how unappealing he might be, Amanda, urged on by Cindy, had no choice but to go forward. "Here goes!" Amanda quickly stepped up, blocking the man's path, and looked up to see his enticing lips. "Hey, give me a kiss!" With that, she tiptoed and planted a kiss directly on the man. No matter his appearance, as long as his lips looked good, that was enough. Just as their lips touched, Amanda was pushed away. "Get lost!" The man's voice was cold and harsh, filled with obvious displeasure. Amanda's revealing top, ultra-short skirt, and heavy makeup clearly led him to misjudge her. Stumbling back a step after being pushed, Amanda thought to herself, I did kiss him, and she smirked back at Cindy before turning to get a better look at the man. He had a handsome face, as if sculpted by an artist, flawless and perfect. His deep, cold eyes stared back at her, filled with anger. He was definitely handsome, but why did he look so familiar? "Dea...," she almost said the full word, "Dear!" The man before her, showing no emotion, was her elusive newlywed husband. If not for seeing him just now, she might have forgotten she was married. The most dizzying part was that she recognized him, but he, frowning, glanced at her again and then walked away from her. He didn't recognize her! That made sense, though. After being sent to the Grant family, she had only seen him a few times, and those encounters were always in the dark, in bed. Dressed and made up now, it was natural for Matthew not to recognize her. Fortunately, he hadn't recognized her. Thinking this, Amanda quickly left Cindy and dashed out of the bar, not daring to stay longer, although at that moment Matthew didn't recognize her, he might later on. Matthew, the ruler of the Grant family, thirty-one years old, was quite older than twenty-year-old Amanda. Rumors said Matthew was cold and ruthless, disinterested in women. Cold and ruthless, unpredictable—Amanda admitted that much. Not interested in women? They had been married for half a month and had met only twice, each time for him to sleep with her. So, whether he was disinterested in women, Amanda wasn't sure what others were basing that on. If not for that, she wouldn't have married Matthew. On her way back, Amanda slowly removed her makeup in the taxi while pulling out her phone to explain things to Cindy. Before she could dial out, a call came in. "Mrs. Grant!" It was the butler from the Grant Manor. "Charles, I just left a friend's house; I'll be home soon," Amanda lied smoothly. "Mr. Grant will be back in half an hour; he asked you to get ready!"