Chapter 1061
"John." She said, "Follow my grandfather." β
"Muhammad." He repeated, "Follow the prophets." He looked down at her, "Will you marry me now?" β
She looked into his eyes: "Are you willing to get a divorce first?" β
"I can't let a non-believer be my only wife." He said, "Will you believe in ***?" β
"Yes." She said.
He picked up the child and held it tightly in his arms. The baby began to cry, and with a passion for being a father, he looked down at Jordana and smiled happily: "Our son will inherit the throne in the future." β
When the old prince saw Berry enter the room, he looked up at him, and then motioned for the young man sitting at his feet to get up and leave the room. "Hello, my child?" The old man asked.
"I bring you news about the heir to the throne, Your Highness." He said, "I have a son." With your permission, I will name him Muhammad. The old man looked at him sharply: "The son of a pagan delusion cannot inherit the throne." β
"I'm going to marry this woman." Berry said.
"Is she willing to believe?"
"She's already convinced." Berry replied, "And she understands the sacred Koran better than I do." β
"You get my permission, and then you will marry this woman."
"I have one more thing to ask for."
"What?"
"It seems that the heir to the throne should not be the child of a second wife. I beg of you
Approve my divorce first. β
"There's a good reason for that." The prince said, "Divorce is required on a whim, but the Koran does not allow it." β
"And for good reason, of course." Berry replied, "I can't have children after my first wife has two children. β
"I've heard that, too. Is it true? β
"Yes, Your Highness."
The prince sighed: "Then I will approve it." However, the matter must be handled fairly and reasonably, in accordance with the requirements of the Koran.
"It's going to be done far more than that's fair.
"When you marry this woman, I want you to bring her and your son to me."
"You'll get what you want, Your Highness."
"All this is the will of Allah." The old man said, "As soon as your son turns ten, he will be appointed as my heir." He leaned forward, Berry kissed his hand, and stood up. All the best, my child. β
Jordana is so happy at the wedding that she surprises Berry and her mother by talking to her in Arabic. She carried him behind her back, spared no expense, hired a private tutor, and studied systematically for a while, so that she now speaks such a good Arabic. Of course, there is still a slight soft American accent in the speech, which sounds like music. Berry remembers how interested her mother and sisters were in her soft blonde hair, and how affectionately they stroked and applauded. He also remembers how proud his father was when he picked up his first grandson. "My little prince." Father said softly.
After the wedding, they made a pilgrimage to Mecca, but not like his parents
Riding a camel through the desert in that way, but in a jet plane on the King Lear, the journey was shortened from days to hours. Like the other pilgrims, dressed in white Arabic robes fluttering in the wind, they stood together solemnly in the square outside the Kaaba (1), and as soon as the signal of prayer was given, everyone immediately fell down in front of the Kaaba.
At the end of the pilgrimage, they flew directly to the Prince. He said to her in Arabic, "You are the real *** now."
"I was there from the first time we met." "I just don't know," she said. β
Berry shook her hand, "I love you, my wife." β
She raised his hand to her lips and kissed it, following the traditional Arab method: "I love you too, my husband."
"If you make your son my heir," said the prince to Jordana, "you will move your family to my neighborhood so that I can see him grow up with my own eyes." β
Jordana wears a veil in public, and Berry can see the look of surprise in her eyes peeking above her veil. He shook his head and motioned for her not to speak.
"You are going to live in a house within the walls of the palace." The prince continued, "This will ward off evil spirits. β
"But my job, Your Highness," said Berry dissentingly, "for most of the time I was cut off from the world.
The prince smiled: "You can go home often." It is not good for a man to be separated from his family for a long time. β
(1) Kaaba, the **** sanctuary in Mecca with the Black Stone.
That night, Jordana spoke to Berry in their own room. "He can't arrange it that way." She said, "I have nothing to do here, I'm going to be crazy." β
"It won't always be like this. We'll accommodate him for a while, and then I'll tell him that I need your help in my work, and he'll understand. β
"I don't do that!" She cried out, "I'm not such a slave Arab woman!" β
His voice grew cold. Berry's attitude was something she had never seen before, "You're a *** wife." He said, "You should obey orders!" Perhaps it was from this moment that things began to change between them, and Berry did exactly what he said. Six months later, he persuaded the prince to allow them to settle elsewhere. By that time, the scars had appeared, and neither side had been able to repair them.
Between them, especially between their love, an invisible barrier has gradually formed, and no matter what efforts the two make, it can no longer be removed.
13
Jordana couldn't sleep. She stared into the darkness with her eyes wide open, listening to Berry's soft gasping as she slept far away from the queen bed. Nothing has changed. Not even Gerber's dream pill could bring them together right now.
Their relationship before marriage has always been good, and their sex life is also very harmonious and happy, although there are some love-making actions that Berry is firmly opposed. He likes to kiss her ** and belly, but never with her. She managed to get him to agree to do so many times, and he was happy when she ** for him, though he never allowed her to be in an advantageous position so as not to be controlled by her. Needless to say, he wanted her to understand that some of her demands were detrimental to the dignity and dignity of a dignified man. A man cannot be subservient to a woman under any circumstances
After all, none of this is about the big picture. He is a good lover. But soon after the marriage, she noticed a change. Sex has become almost perfunctory. At first, she also put it down to his busy schedule. The prince made more and more demands on him. His business has expanded to many countries in the Western world, and his organization has become increasingly complex. Berry gradually recruited a large number of young staff. Like him, these people are of Middle Eastern descent, but they are well versed in everything Western. These members are assigned to the countries they know best, and their job is to carefully observe the returns of Berry's investments every hour of the day. However, in the end, it was Berry himself who traveled around the world and made the final decision based on the interests of the whole.
In order to gain time, he first exchanged the Ria Jet for the Everyday 20, then the Super Kahliveri, and finally the Intercontinental Boeing 701, which he thought could be long-range and direct, but even so, his travels kept them further and further apart, and he always had to go somewhere else, and he often showed up.
Emergencies that he cannot handle. The plan to spend the summer together in France has long been planned; Most of the large-scale tours purchased for shared entertainment are idle in the mother's side.
Soon after the birth of the second son, Samir, their sex life was completely over, and one night, she pulled him with her hand in agony, and he put her hand between the two of them. He said coldly: "It's unseemly to be a wife and still be so dominant." β
Where could she stand this kind of stimulation, she took out a cigarette, she slowly lit the spring and inhaled vigorously, trying to calm herself, "What do you say, Yuanrui?" Don't you need me to do anything for you anymore? β
He didn't answer.
"Is there anyone else?"
He opened his eyes and glared at her vigorously, "No."
"Why?" I'm tired," he said, "and I want to sleep."
She looked up at his face. "I want to play with you," she said straight to the point, "shouldn't it?" β
"You really behave like a sister-in-law, and that's enough," he said, "and you don't have to say anything.
"You should know." She hit the nail on the head and said, "You and the people have been collecting for a long time."
He was so angry that his face was gloomy and very ugly: "What do I do; It's none of your business, "I'm your wife, you haven't been with me in months, it's none of my business, how can you say that?" β
"It is a wife's duty to obey her husband's will;
"You don't make me a second-class citizen," she was angry, "I also have rights and feelings.
"You forgot how it was said in the first place." He said, "You are my wife, you belong to me, and you only have the rights and feelings that I allow." β
She held him: Then I ask for a divorce, I don't want to live like this," "I don't agree to your request, you must live according to my commands."
"It's not the Middle Ages," she said, "and we're not in the Middle East right now, where you can lock me up in a deep mansion and tomorrow I'll go home and file for divorce."
"If you do this," he said slowly, "you will never want to see your child again, you know, I can do it, and this sudden thorn has made her sad, and you can't do it!" "I can do it, and I want to do it," he said coldly.
She burst into tears and couldn't say a word
He stared down at her for a moment, and then said without sympathy: "I can't get a divorce, the loss is too great, I must not let my son's succession to the throne be buried by a five-reading ceremony, what a sacrifice I have made in order to win this right!" She looked at him suspiciously: "What sacrifice have you made?" β
"In spite of the opposition from many sides, I still hold back and go to marry you, a heretic, but what I need is the throne of my son, which has been promised," "I have always been loyal, haven't I? She cried
It's just words, not sincerity, and if you really accept my original request, you should understand your status, and you won't doubt my behavior. β
She sadly pressed her hand to her face. "Call, God!" She shouted.
"Which god are you shouting?" He asked fiercely, "Yours or mine?"
She put her hand down and looked at him: "Only Allah." β
"Go on."
She was silent for a moment, her gaze lowered. Muhammad was his prophet, and she spoke.
He gasped and turned to the door: "Remember this,
"Berry," her voice stopped him, "what do you want me to do?" β
He looked at her intently: "As long as we stay married, we can do whatever you want, but there are two conditions. The first is to be honest and not to damage my family's reputation. To the outside world, our marital status is still the same.
What about the second one? β
"Avoid the Jews. Otherwise, I won't spare it. β
She was silent at first, then nodded: "I will do as you say." He walked into another room and didn't close the door. After a while, he walked back again, a yellow metal box between his fingers. He watched her. He opened the box and placed it on the cabinet. She looked at the capsule, "You know I don't like this medicine. β
"I don't care what you like or what you hate." He said rudely, "You speak and act like a womanβand you will be treated as a woman." β
He unbuttoned his pajamas, took them off, and ripped off the belt of his trousers. He stood there. "You take off your pajamas too!" He said.
She didn't move.
He quickly reached out and grabbed her placket and ripped off his pajamas.
He jerked her on her back
He twisted the capsule under her nose and she felt what seemed to be her head.
"Like a dog, provogue!" He shouted loudly.
"Yes, yes." Jordana groaned. She sensed Berry posing behind her and looked back at him.
"Don't look at me, pagan!" He shouted, rudely pulling her hair and twisting her face to the side.
She felt a tremor in her heart, and it quickly spread throughout her body, and her knees were shaking.
He ruffled her by the hair and jerked her head back into his arms to straighten her neck, then placed another capsule under her nose. Seizures began
She heard him open another capsule, but this time not for her, but for herself, and then she felt a wave of his power teleport over her.
After a while, she lay silently, and the pain and spasms gradually subsided. He quieted down and said nothing. Neither of them spoke.
It took him a while to break the deadlock. His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened between them: "Hey, I said prodigal girls, now you should understand your status, right?" β
She felt tears welling up in her eyes: "Yes. She coughed under her breath.
Since then, there has been neither love nor hate. Only his actions to exercise his rights against her.
When Jordana found her first lover, it was in the late summer of that year. Since then, things have been pretty straightforward. However, she is rarely satisfied. Of course, she still got something after all. Whether it's true or not, whether they feel it or not, and whether she gave money or not. They had all made love to her.
Berry had never done anything like this.
14
The sound of the electric wattle knife woke Jordana up, and she was on her own. From the door to the bathroom, she saw Berry standing in front of the mirror with a towel around his waist. The attentive look on Berry's face was familiar. Yusu seemed to completely captivate him.
Jordana sat up and pulled out a cigarette. It was a strange weekend. It's strange because it seems that the two of them are going to get back together again. However, whenever this is about to happen, one of the two leaves or does something that destroys the relationship.
Casually, "What are you going to do when you get there?" β
Judging by his performance, the two seem to be strangers. "It's always so nice to see you." She said, "I look forward to seeing you again." β
A bewildered look crossed his face: "What did you say?" "Didn't say anything. I haven't figured it out yet. β
"Do you want to go back to France?
γ "What about you?" "If only you could see the child," she asked. You've been gone all summer, and they've missed you,
"No way!" He said indifferently, "There's so much I have to do right now." Besides, I'm going to spend some time with them in Beirut this fall. At least six weeks there.
A few days is like a long time to them.
His tone became nervous, "I said I couldn't squeeze in time," he walked over to the closet and pulled out a shirt, "I might be right away." "I've never been to Japan. I've heard it's wonderful. β
Berry buttoned up his shirt. "Tokyo is a madhouse," he said vaguely, "and the traffic is jammed and it's overwhelmingly crowded." β
Jordana gave up her request to go to Japan with him, and he didn't want her to be with him
Rise. There, he was of no use to her. "I think I could stay in Los Angeles for a few days. I visited a few friends and then went home to San Francisco. "He put his pants on." That's a good idea. However, it will be necessary to return to France from next Monday. I can't bear to leave my child there for too long. β
"I'll do it." "With four servants, two guards, and a nanny, the children are not alone," she said. β
The phone rang. He picked up the phone, listened for a while, nodded, and was pleased: "Okay, Dick," he said, "and contact the plane, and say that I will leave as soon as I arrive at the Los Angeles airport." β
He put down the phone: "I'll be going to Tokyo right away." He said, "If you wish, you can stay in the bungalow of my hotel." β
"That must be good."
Youssef was there for a meeting with Vincent. Whatever you need, you can find him. β
"Thank you."
He put on his shoes and walked to the door, where she sat motionless for a moment, then picked up a cigarette, got out of bed, and stood in front of the mirror, her dressing gown falling to the ground, looking at her naked body.
There was no change in her stature. She should have been happy, but she wasn't. Wealth and the comfort it brings