Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

She stood at the door and hesitated.

Finally, he pushed the door open and walked in.

“Are you hungry?

This is the pasta I made for you, I don’t know if it suits your taste.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fragrance reached Fisk's nose.

Fisk was indeed hungry.

He didn't eat the steak. Although he didn't know why he could smell the strong aroma of meat in his mouth when he woke up, he didn't eat it. He was already hungry and had swallowed all the bitter coffee on the table.

But that only slightly relieved the hunger in my stomach.

It doesn't solve the root cause.

The tray was placed on the table.

The pasta has just been baked, it is steaming hot, the noodles are golden in color, the surface is slightly charred, and it gives off a faint burnt aroma, which is the aroma of the cheese.

Fisk looked at it with great excitement.

There was no hesitation, and no shyness.

He reached out and picked up the knife and fork and started to eat.

The noodles are soft and elastic. When you bite them, they spread out in your mouth. As you chew, the aroma and sweetness of the noodles gradually spread in your mouth.

Next to the noodles, there is a plate of fresh vegetable salad. The bright green color contrasts sharply with the golden yellow pasta. Fresh lemon juice is also added to the salad, and the sour and sweet taste increases people's appetite.

Sister Maria sat on the sofa.

Look at Fisk wolfing down the food.

He propped his chin up with his hand.

Leaning on the edge of the sofa, she spoke in a gentle tone like a mother: "Don't eat so fast, be careful not to hurt the wound."

“Sister Maria, it’s really delicious.

I just had a cup of coffee tonight and it's making me starving!"

"As long as you like it, I'm afraid it won't suit your taste!

Eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll get you more." Sister Maria looked at Fisk eating and felt extremely relaxed and peaceful. Her eyes gradually became blurry and she actually fell asleep on the sofa.

Fisk didn't notice at first.

However, when he turned back inadvertently, he saw that Sister Maria had fallen asleep due to exhaustion. He immediately slowed down his movements, and then he remembered the fatigue that had shone in Sister Maria's eyes not long ago.

But even when she was asleep, Sister Maria was still beautiful.

The golden hair on her forehead slightly blocked her forehead, her eyes were slightly closed, her thin eyebrows rested on her slightly dark eye bags, her lips were slightly parted, her breathing was very even, her eyelashes trembled slightly twice, showing that she was sleeping very lightly at this moment, her palm was supporting her right cheek, and on her white jade wrist, there were faint blue veins, like thin lines, looming.

Looking down from the wrist, there is snow-white skin that cannot be covered by the shirt, and a straight collarbone, thin and long, as if carved from white jade, so beautiful that it makes people feel suffocated.

At this moment, Sister Maria was like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale who had slept for many years, with a pure and flawless face. She was also like the queen in a magnificent palace, sitting there, exuding unspeakable charm from head to toe.

Fisk suddenly felt that the delicious pasta in his hand no longer tasted good.

Compared to the beauty of Sister Maria.

The pasta became inedible.

Fisk forced himself to wake up.

He glanced out the window.

The rain outside has stopped.

The sky gradually brightened.

The sun has come out.

But it had just rained, and the temperature outside was still not too high.

If you sleep here, you will inevitably catch a cold.

Sister Maria is just an ordinary person after all.

Unlike Fisk, who is strong and healthy.

After hesitating for a moment, Fisk wanted to reach out and wake her up.

But I saw Sister Maria finally fell asleep.

Then he hesitated and held his hand in the air.

After looking around, Fisk picked up a blanket from the side and prepared to cover Sister Maria with it.

Everything was going well, but unexpectedly Sister Maria's arm slipped accidentally and she fell onto the sofa.

Fisk leaned over hastily.

Without much time to think, he directly used his arm to support her waist, and then used his other arm to support Sister Maria who was still in sleep. This successfully prevented Sister Maria from hitting her head, but also made Sister Maria's body fall into Fisk's own arms.

Fisk's movement as he leaned forward looked particularly twisted and stiff.

He wanted to loosen his grip and let Sister Maria lie flat on the sofa.

But Sister Maria seemed to have found a soft pillow. She even squirmed her body and fell completely into Fisk's arms.

Fisk's whole body was a little stiff, and he didn't dare to move at all, because he found that Sister Maria had opened her eyes without him noticing.

There was a hint of confusion in Sister Maria's eyes.

It seemed that he didn't quite understand what was happening to him. He stared at Fisk's face in confusion for a while, then closed his eyes in a trance and fell asleep again.

There was no change in his breathing, it was still as smooth as usual. His lips were slightly open, and the hot air exhaled from his lips sprayed on Fisk's face. There was no peculiar smell, only the rich aroma of coffee.

It's like, espresso sugar.

Amidst the bitterness, there is a hint of tempting sweetness.

Suddenly, Sister Maria moved again, as if she felt that the muscles on Fisk's chest were as hard as steel. She actually moved her head slightly to the left, changed to a more comfortable posture, and fell into sleep again.

Fisk lowered his head and looked at Sister Maria's profile as she fell into deep sleep on his chest. Strands of golden hair were scattered on her snow-white forehead. The slightly messy hair covered most of her delicate face, but it could not hide the fatigue that was completely covered by her eyes.

She seemed really tired.

A woman struggles to survive in New York, surrounded by wolves.

This is indeed a bit too difficult.

You know, even Fisk had a narrow escape from death.

If it weren't for his physical condition, the horrific wound alone would be enough to kill an ordinary person a dozen times.

Fisk felt a little sorry for Sister Maria.

He lowered his head again and looked at Sister Maria's beautiful face.

Her lips were gently pursed, pink yet with a hint of white, and stuck together, like marshmallows, so soft that they attracted Fisk's gaze, which kept lingering on them. He resisted the temptation in his heart several times.

I want to look away, but I quickly move my eyes back up there.

I don't know how long this state lasted.

Fisk couldn't bear it any longer.

He made up his mind, took a deep breath, adjusted his body, then stood up with his legs straight in an extremely twisted posture, and then gently supported Sister Maria's back of the head and legs.

Slowly picked her up from the sofa.

Fortunately, Fisk's muscle control was far superior to that of ordinary people, otherwise, ordinary people would not be able to pick up Sister Maria without disturbing her.

The golden hair slowly floated downwards with gravity, gently spreading on Sister Maria's waist, shoulders and snow-white collarbone.

It continued to fall on Fisk's arm.

Fisk didn't dare to use force.

He gently carried Sister Maria and walked out of the room.

The towering mountains stretched the lining tightly against the body, and the snow-white peaks could burst out from the white mist at any time.

The uneven curves naturally fell downwards and landed on the flat belly. The nun's skirt spread straight downwards, and the two beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings hung down limply.

Attracting Fisk's attention.

But when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring into you.

Fisk quickly looked away.

An indescribable feeling of guilt and unreality spread in Fisk's heart.

He quickly looked towards Sister Maria.

Sister Maria had her eyes tightly closed, her eyebrows trembling slightly, her lips open, and her breathing even. Fortunately, she was sleeping so soundly that she didn't notice Fisk's aggressive gaze.

Fisk opened the door with his foot and carried Sister Maria back to the bedroom.

Sister Maria was laid flat on the pink bed sheet with a picture of Winnie the Pooh on it.

You wouldn’t expect Sister Maria to be quite girly.

However, when Fisk pulled his hand out from under Sister Maria, he couldn't help but touch the beautiful legs wrapped in stockings.

Fisk's breathing gradually became disordered.

The hands that could break steel bars couldn't help but tremble.

When the wonderful touch that cannot be described in words passed from the fingertips to the mind, the fire that had been exhausted in Mrs. Stacy not long ago was rekindled at this moment.

Fisk's eyes were fixed on Sister Maria.

Slowly looking down, I saw the high heels on her feet.

Suddenly he spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"You can't go to bed with your shoes on!"

I found a suitable reason for myself.

His hand trembled slightly as it slid down the curve of her leg, touched her ankle, slowly touched her bony heel, and finally took off her high heels with his own hands.

Although it was not the first time he had seen it, when the soles of the feet in black stockings were exposed to Fisk again, the white skin appeared from the black stockings, and each toe was like white jade.