OMG!!! My Crippled Husband is a Hot, Powerful CEO-Chapter 115 – I Hope You Aren’t Trying to Eat Me

Joanna regretted satisfying her curiosity as she opened the silver cover.

She had hoped for a special welcome meal for their honeymoon, but instead, she found a red transparent lingerie set with matching panty and red boxer shorts.

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, and Alex, equally curious, felt the same embarrassment upon seeing the contents.

The message was clear – there was no food, and they were supposed to eat each other.

"Is there a closet?" Joanna asked, trying to divert her attention from the items on the dining table.

The Kings were a peculiar family that Joanna struggled to describe. Alex pointed towards the closet door. "Over there."

As Joanna opened the closet, she wished she could remain in her wedding gown, but it was dirty from the desert sand. There are no clothes in here," she said, lowering her head, feeling trapped with a sexy contract husband as there were no decent clothes to begin with.

Joanna had expected to have time to prepare for the honeymoon, not be whisked away immediately after the wedding.

Alex, already feeling depressed from all the recent events, hurried to the closet before fully understanding what she meant.

Agnes had really trapped them with her so-called honeymoon planning. If he had known, he would have insisted on handling it himself. Apart from more sexy lingerie and boxer shorts, there were no other clothes available for them in the middle of nowhere.

If they had genuinely been in love, it would have been a perfect arrangement, but with no love between them, he couldn’t say so.

"I’m so sorry. My shirt isn’t dirty," he said as he removed his blazer, revealing his white shirt, which was indeed not dirtied by the desert sand.

"You can have my shirt when you’re done with your shower." It was the only decent thing available, and due to the height difference, it would reach her knee level, but she didn’t want him walking around bare-chested.

She imagined him with a perfect body like that of a model or those she had seen in action movies.

Her cheeks grew redder at the wild thoughts permeating through her mind as she asked seriously,

"And what would you wear? There are only red boxer shorts in there." Alex hurried to the kitchen and brought out a pair of scissors.

It would be inappropriate for him to wear any of those boxer shorts alone throughout their honeymoon stay.

"What will you use that for?" Joanna panicked as she asked. Alex explained,

"I can change the pants to shorts and wear them with the singlet. You can have my shirt," he offered honestly. Joanna still wondered if they were only going to be trapped indoors.

How she wished to explore around the wet areas of the desert, especially when there was no network connection.

"Obviously, we can’t go out because it’s cold. We are stuck together indoors," she admitted. Alex felt guilty. He knew how tricky the extended stay was but never expected them to get to this level.

Since they were trapped together in a cabin, perhaps little chores could distract them from the obvious.

"I know how to do laundry. I will do it and hang it outside to dry. I can go out in my shorts," he said. However, as soon as he removed his shirt, Joanna realized she was in for a bigger problem at the sight of his abs.

"Do you work out that much?" She found herself asking, feeling self-conscious. She never recalled anyone complimenting her about her body, even though she knew it wasn’t right to be checking him out.

Alex chuckled at her stressed-out form in her wedding gown.

Who knew a wonderful day like that would end up like this? Still, Joanna’s interest in his workout routine got him excited.

"I hope you aren’t trying to eat me," he said jokingly, causing her cheeks to redden.

"I’m sorry, but there is no food. You can do the cooking, and I will handle the laundry and cleaning. How does that sound?"

The only thing he was never taught while growing up was cooking because his mother loved to do it, and he enjoyed it.

Not until her untimely death. Logan was upset with Alex because he killed their father, but what if Logan knew the main reason why Alex did it?

Joanna found the proposal intriguing, especially since Alex was so particular. Maybe it was time for her to get back at him.

"I would prefer if you did the cooking. Who knows what other surprises they have in store? What if there is a gas leak or something?" She crossed her arms, and Alex felt helpless.

His family was capable of anything, and he would have cooked if only he knew how. Somehow, he felt it was too late to learn.

"I don’t know how to cook," he admitted honestly, but he didn’t mention that her food tasted like his mom’s, which was why he loved it.

"I can teach you and help with cleaning and laundry," she offered. Alex smiled.

"Agreed." It was a great opportunity for him to learn something new, and he was glad it involved food.

Joanna was about to take a shower, but she couldn’t unzip her gown, so she looked at Alex with embarrassment.

"Can you help me with my zipper?" she asked.

Alex, feeling a bit awkward but knowing he had no choice since they were stuck together, pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes before he carefully unzipped her gown without taking advantage of the situation.

"You should go now before I open my eyes," he warned. Joanna respected him deeply, and any thoughts of him taking advantage of her vanished.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now," she called out from the bathroom. After her shower, she realized she had forgotten to take Alex’s shirt as he had offered.

The idea of wearing any of the lingerie in the closet was unappealing to her, so she shouted from the bathroom, "Alex, the shirt."

There was no response, and she wondered if he had left. She called out louder, "Alex, the shirt."

Still no response, but she heard strange noises coming from the kitchen.

Wrapping a towel around her chest, she went to investigate and froze in her tracks.

"What on earth happened here?"