Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Amelia's words made David feel very gloomy. As a man, he couldn't last more than ten minutes every time they made love. Since they got married, David could tell that Amelia had not been satisfied many times. Every time they finished making love, seeing her disappointed expression and unsatisfied eyes, David felt deeply pained. He somewhat understood why Amelia had an affair. As long as she was happy, David silently made up his mind.

Amelia's hand suddenly touched David's cheek, gazing at him tenderly, and said affectionately, "Honey, I'm sorry! I said the wrong thing."

Amelia started to get dressed, her back facing David, her nightgown discarded to the side, her skin tinged with a faint blush in the rising sun. But David felt that this perfect body resembled more of a statue of Venus, beautiful but unattainable.

They arrived at Juniper Lane together, where the landlord, a man in his sixties named Arthur Turner, seemed to be in good spirits. Watching the young couple, he kept praising David.

Amelia quite enjoyed being praised, her face beaming with a smile as she slowly linked arms with the old man, as if afraid he might stumble.

Walking behind them, David noticed Arthur's eyes constantly sneaking glances at Amelia's chest, with his arm subtly brushing against her breasts, and his mouth making vague sounds pretending to be old.

Amelia was wearing a white floral shirt and a light pink pleated skirt today, paired with shiny silver high heels. This accentuated her figure, with the short Arthur barely reaching her chest. However, the old man seemed to be enjoying the view.

Amelia's white shirt was thin enough to reveal the lace bra underneath. While such outfits were common, not many strangers dared to come so close to look. Arthur's gaze almost unabashedly took in Amelia's deep cleavage, the side of her bra, and even the underarm side breast.

As Amelia and Arthur chatted ahead, David sulked behind. Didn't the naive Amelia notice Arthur's greedy eyes? But after a while, David felt a bit relieved. Amelia was his after all, so it didn't matter if Arthur saw her. Maybe Arthur would even lower the rent when they discussed renting the house later, since he was so interested in Amelia.

With a weight off his mind, David felt much more relaxed, and when he looked at them again, he didn't feel disgusted anymore. Slowly, a sense of excitement seemed to rise in his heart, as if he quite liked seeing Amelia like this.

After a careful conversation, David learned that Arthur owned over a hundred properties and shops, which he usually left to his son. Today, seeing David and Amelia, he personally came out to show them the houses.

Amelia was naturally grateful, and David took the opportunity to say, somewhat embarrassed, "Arthur, we just got married and don't have much savings. If you have any unoccupied houses, you could rent them to us at a lower price."

Upon hearing David's words, Amelia looked at him in surprise. Even if they were tight on money, she didn't have any requirements for their living situation.

Crafty Arthur gave David a mysterious smile and said loudly, "No, no! When you're with me, don't be shy. We can discuss the rent, but your living conditions must be the best."

David was pleased, and Amelia thanked Arthur profusely while her ample bosom swayed with her movements, causing David's eyes to widen. Looking at Arthur, he seemed completely captivated.

Arthur led David to a small courtyard deep in the street, which was peaceful compared to the outside hustle and bustle. The courtyard had blooming flower beds, lush willow trees, and a beautifully built house that brought joy to the heart.

At that moment, Amelia suddenly said, "Arthur, the environment here is so nice. Do you live here?"

Arthur extended his right hand and lightly patted Amelia's hand, saying with a smile, "Not just me, you both will live here too."

David was surprised, and when he looked at Amelia, she also had a look of astonishment.

David smiled and said, "Arthur, this house must be expensive, right? We're just a teacher's family, we..."

Before David could finish, Arthur interrupted him, sounding somewhat annoyed, "Don't worry about the rent. I've dealt with money all my life, and now I don't care about these things."

David couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. How could you have too much money and not share some? Looking up at Amelia, her eyes emitted a look of admiration, fixed on Arthur. David suddenly felt worried. Could it be that Amelia was starting to believe this old man's nonsense and even admire him?

Arthur pointed out the house they would live in, a one-bedroom apartment with a study, conveniently located next to Arthur's large house. David and Amelia were both very satisfied with the house and inquired about the rent to Arthur.

However, Arthur adamantly refused to accept rent, saying he really liked them and suggested they just move in first.

The next morning, Amelia had a class, so the task of setting up their new home fell on David alone.

David hired a car and loaded it with all their belongings, heading to David and Amelia's new home.

Setting up the house was truly exhausting, especially when David was doing it alone. Although the furniture was lightweight, arranging it was quite troublesome.

The next day, Amelia had the morning off and would only start teaching in the afternoon. David had to go to work. He gently kissed the still-sleeping Amelia, mounted his bike, and left the house.

Shortly after, there was movement in the yard, and the door of Arthur's house suddenly opened. The old man looked around sneakily, then slowly approached. He probably knew David had left and discreetly peeked into the house through the window curtains.

At that moment, Amelia turned over, the blanket kicked to the foot of the bed, wearing only a thin nightgown. From Arthur's angle, he could only see Amelia's back.

Standing on tiptoes like a monkey about to jump, Arthur strained to peek inside.

Amelia turned over again, unexpectedly facing Arthur directly.

Amelia's nightgown was loose, opening only about four inches above her knees. She liked to toss and turn in her sleep, and now the nightgown was almost slipping off her hips, revealing white lace panties underneath. The neckline of the nightgown was even worse! Amelia didn't wear a bra to sleep, and half of her ample bosom was exposed outside the nightgown, even showing a hint of her areolas.

Amelia occasionally turned over, her body partially hidden and revealed. This made Arthur look like a circus monkey, jumping around in the yard, scratching his head.

It wasn't until Amelia woke up that Arthur, afraid of being caught, reluctantly returned to his house.

By mid-morning, Arthur locked the gate to the courtyard and brought out two lounge chairs from his house, calling out to Amelia, who was tidying up the house, "Amelia, are you tired? Come and rest for a while."