89 Chapter eighty-nine: Meeting the father-in-law

"Love, please don't remove the shattered glasses on the floor and let the maid do it."

"What came into your mind, Mister, that even the flat-screen TV which was just hanging on the wall and has nothing to do with you, but you screwed it and fucking destroyed?" my voice was a bit loud. 

"Oh, love, I'm sorry. I'll just buy you a new one."

"Huh! Buy a new one---"

I turned around only to see him with a towel loosely hanging at his waist. I gulped when my eyes landed on his toned, muscular chest, down to his six-pack abs and to the sinful v-shaped line that visibly showed to my naked eyes. 

And when I glanced at his face, I noticed the smirk that playing on it. 

"You're drooling, love."