Nathan gave her a massage for a while, "Still hurt?"

Simona acted like a well-behaved girl, "Hmm, much... much better. Mrs. Jean didn't... didn't do it on purpose. Hubby, don't... don't be mad."

All these years in Sam's house, she was often bullied by Lucy. Even so, she could piss Lucy every time. When Lucy beat her, she would return a few blows.

She was not really retarded and would not live with their torture.

In this house, she certainly would also not allow a servant to bully her.

Now she had a husband to back her up!

Simona held the man's arm, lifted her face, and opened her black big eyes, "Hubby..."

When her father was seriously ill, she experienced the darkness of people's hearts. Her second uncle, his wife, and her aunt were a bunch of rats whose hearts rotted.

They robbed her of the inheritance that her father left her as well as Sam's house. They wished she could be a retard for life. When they were happy, they would give her alms. When they were mad, they vented their anger on her.

If she was not dull and fought openly with them for her things, she couldn't have lived to this day.

So...

Out of interests or whatever, the man would marry her, and she would hold on to this great patron.

This might be her only chance.

Nathan pressed Simona's shoulder to let her lie down properly, "Don't move, you're on a drip."

Simona snuggled up against the man's arm, "H... hubby, Simona needs... needs more massage."

When Nathan gazed at her delicate face, his eyes went dimmer and dimmer.

Although he knew she was mentally challenged, he was not sick of her at all.

If it was another woman, he might have already had her killed.

This woman, however... was like a cute kitten, and he itched to touch her.

He even had other thoughts about her.

He put his palm on her flat abdomen and kept massaging since she didn't ask him to stop.

Simona stared at the man's face without blinking.

He was so good-looking that she didn't mind being taken advantage of. Besides, she believed that he was impotent.

Maybe because of that, Old Mr. Christ asked him to marry a retard.

This was to deceive the public.

... Nathan's Adam's apple rolled because he couldn't stand her attentive gaze.

Her clear eyes were like a clear spring. She was not seducing him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Bloody hell, he couldn't help fantasizing about such a woman.

He stopped his movement and frowned slightly, "Close your eyes for a rest."

"I... I want to see hubby." Simona grasped the man's fingers and grinned flatteringly.

"Hubby..."

Nathan demanded, "Stop that."

"Hmm..."

"As I said, stop that."

Nathan leaned closer to her and threatened in a deep voice, "You wouldn't behave, huh?"

Simona shut up her mouth without making another sound.

He cast his eyes down and saw his fingers gripped by her. An idea suddenly crossed his mind, and his eyes became fiercer, "Could others do such a thing except for your hubby?"

... Simona blinked her eyes.

Such a thing? Which thing?

Massaging her stomach...

"O... others can... cannot." She shook her head vigorously.

"Simo, Simona obey... obeys hubby!"

The corners of Nathan's mouth curved up slightly.

Simona stretched out her finger to gently poke the corner of the man's lips, "H... hubby smile... smiles, hee hee."

Nathan made no comments.