His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy

Akira helped Kaito onto the couch in her house. After a night on the train, she was tired. However, she was a little worried about the man. 

"Lie down." She ordered. 

Kaito looked at Akira with interest. He knew that she was a hidden boss. However, he did not expect that she was rich enough to afford a house in Blue Mountain Park. The zone was one of the most expensive in Tokyo. 

Furthermore, it was difficult to find a willing seller. Most families that owned houses in the area had lived there for generations. Only a fool would be willing to part with such prime real estate. 

Therefore, it was surprising that a young lady like Akira lived in this place. 

"What are you thinking about?" Akira asked when he did not follow her instructions. 

"I am thinking that when I marry you, I can become a househusband." 

Akira cheeks flushed a little. However, she looked at Kaito with a critical eye. 

"What skills do you have as a househusband? Can you cook? Do you know how to do laundry?" She asked with a single hand on her hip. 

"I can warm the bed." He responded. 

"I have a heater and can get an electric blanket." She scoffed. "Lie down." 

Kaito got on his back. Akira unbuttoned his shirt with deft hands. Kaito caught those hands in his and looked at her face. 

"You can't take advantage of an injured man." He cleared his throat and smiled shyly. "My performance might be poor." 

Akira slapped his hands away. "You still have the confidence to think about this right now? I am merely examining your condition." 

She exposed his chest and looked at the bruising on his chest. She touched on a few areas on the chest before feeling relief. The damage was not too much. So, either Kaito was exaggerating his pain or he was extremely sensitive to pain. 

She looked at him with narrowed eyes. 

"If you keep touching me like that, I will forget about my pain, but I might turn into a beast." Kaito smiled without a hint of guilt. 

Akira realised that her hand was still on his chest, caressing the warm skin lightly. She lifted the hand quickly. 

"Don't think I don't know that you are a crook pretending to be weak so that you can take advantage of my sympathy." She huffed. 

'But it still worked.' Kaito thought gleefully. 

"I am really afraid of pain." He said out loud.

Akira looked at him and sighed. She went to the kitchen and brought him a cold compression pack to place on his ribs. Then, she found some painkillers and brought them to him with a warm glass of water. As she looked at him wearing a blissful face, she felt that she was too soft-hearted. 

"When you feel better, you can leave." She said. 

Kaito made a sad expression. 

"How can you kick me out after taking advantage of me?" 

"When did I take advantage of you? I was examining your injuries." She retorted. "I am sure you have a few houses in Tokyo. Go stay in one of them." 

"But there won't be anyone to watch over me if I take a turn for the worse." 

Akira realised she had shot herself in the foot by kicking him in anger. 

"Fine, fine. You can stay. But don't expect me to wait on you, hand and foot. I am a busy woman. I have things to handle." 

She went to the kitchen and made a simple breakfast of ramen. She did not have fresh ingredients, and it was too early to have groceries delivered. She brought a bowl of noodles for Kaito who seemed quite at home, stretched out on the couch. 

"Eat." She ordered. 

Kaito hid a smile. His Akira was the classic example of someone with a hard mouth but a soft heart. He picked the bowl and began eating.

The noodles were simple, but Kaito felt satisfied as he chewed. He wondered how it would feel to share more meals with her. The thought made him anticipate the future. For the first time, he was not just existing. 

He was living and realising the pleasures of life beyond being a great assassin. 

When they finished breakfast, Akira showed him to a guest bedroom grudgingly. However, she still gave him all the essential supplies for a stay. As for clothes, she could only give him the number of a local personal shopper. 

As soon as Hu Lei left, Kaito switched on his phone. He had not checked his messages for almost a full day, and a lot of things happened since he took Hu Lei to the cliffside. 

His phone vibrated almost continuously as soon as it was on. He checked his missed call logs. Some random people had called him, but the most notable was his grandfather. He had called a few times the previous day. 

Kaito debated whether to call him back. For a moment, he decided to ignore the calls. Then, he remembered that he needed to partner with his grandfather for now. Without his grandfather, he would not be able to remain in the family and expose that evil uncle. 

"Where were you when I called yesterday?" His grandfather shouted as soon as Kaito called. 

"It seems your plan to turn me into a target is quite effective." Kaito laughed coldly. 

"Are, are you alright?" The old man, at least, showed some remorse. 

"I am not dead yet. So, what do you want?" 

"It's nothing much." Elder Takahashi cleared his throat awkwardly. "I was just wondering why you did not show up for work." 

"Oh, about that, let's postpone to the next week. I am currently in Tokyo. I won't be back until the end of the week." 

"That is also good. The third one's son is in Tokyo. I will send you the details so that you can meet him." The crafty grandfather ended the call before Kaito could protest.

Kaito almost laughed. If he had grown up with the Takahashi family, he might have been close to the old man. 

He continued checking his messages and responding quickly as needed. When he finally checked his emails, he found that the latest one in the inbox was sent by Ayumi. Moreover, it was sent less than an hour before. His brows creased a little as he read the email. 

It was a resignation letter.