My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 2

Josie was Sylvie’s stepmother. She was popular in the entertainment industry. Though she had given birth to two daughters, she was still good looking.

Josie had been a secret mistress, but she had means. She had successfully hid the fact that she had been a secret mistress and led a wonderful life in the rich and powerful wife circle.

The wedding was held by Josie, even Sylvie’s wedding dress was a Milan custom. Everyone was in praise of Josie.

Sylvie pretended she did not know anything, but looked to the door with shyness, "It is the time, why doesn’t the groom arrive?"

As words fell, Josie was awkward.

Everyone looked at each other. Didn’t the bride know that she was to a dying man?

There was no groom at this wedding.

Martin came forward and said with guilt in eyes, "Sylvie, the groom is not feeling well today, so he won't come. You can go directly."

Sylvie showed a bright smile, "Ok, I am leaving then."

Sylvie got into the car alone.

The guests looked at Sylvie’s figure and didn’t think she was from countryside. She was wearing a beautiful wedding dress, absolutely beautiful.

And her gentle appearance made everyone hold sympathy for her. They looked at Josie and whispered.

She was a stepmother. She wanted to use other’s daughter to marry a dying man for her own daughter.

Josie was embarrassed. The wedding was in her control, but Sylvie directly reversed the situation. It seemed that she had looked down on Sylvie.

But the days were long, and she had ways to deal with her!

...

Sylvie came to the Orchid Villa and into the bridal chamber.

There was no light in the room, it was dark and chilly.

Sylvie became alert. She came to the bed and vaguely saw a man lying in the bed.

This was her husband.

Sylvie stretched out her hand and wanted to check his pulse.

But the next moment, her slender wrist was clasped by a few long fingers, and she was under his body.

Sylvie was surprised. It was said that her husband was terminally ill, but now the hand on her wrist was vigorous and powerful. He was clearly a healthy man.

Who was he?

Sylvie up her knees quickly and targeted at his crotch.

But the man was faster, and he easily dodged her attack, bending his knee and pinning her down.

Quick, accurate, fierce.

"Who are you? Let go of me!"

Sylvie struggled, the two people's bodies rubbed across the thin cloth.

Very soon a deep and magnetic voice was sounded, "You are excited, do you want to have sex now?"

"..."

Sylvie suddenly realized that the man appeared in this room should be her husband, but her husband was not ill. He was a strong young man.

By this time, the man's long fingers had fallen down on the buttons of her dress, and he was undoing them one by one.

Sylvie seized his big hand, "I am not moving. What are you doing?"

“Cry out.”

What?

Sylvie stretched her hand to push the man. Kieran released her.

He turned on the wall lamp.

Under the dusky light, Sylvie sat up, did her button, covering her shoulders and delicate skin.

She lifted her eyes and looked at the man.

The man had been out of the bed. He was handsome and noble.

But Sylvie had no time to appreciate his handsome face, on the contrary, her pupils slightly shrank.

Because this man...

“It's you!”

He was the man on the train!

He was her husband!

Sylvie knew she was to marry a terminally ill man, so she did a lot of preparation, but she never expected it would be him.

That day on the train she loudly rebuked him and said that she was to marry into the Orchid Villa. Kieran showed a smile, "You recognized me. I said, I will see you soon."

The butler told him, a girl from countryside if Shaw family would marry him.

As long as Grandma was happy.

And the yokel was her.

But she did not look like a yokel.

He had seen with his own eyes how she had made the scar man fall on the train.