The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

At the edge of Luaten Beach, there truly was a cave.

Ethan had gathered leaves and branches from somewhere and piled them on the bare floor, then he took off his shirt and spread it over them. He then carefully sat me down there. Waves crashed outside the cave, and the sunlight made the moisture glisten and sparkle. With his back to this beautiful scene, the blonde Ethan was also overwhelmingly beautiful.

To think such a beautiful man is my husband. My heart trembled. Even now, looking at this man made my heart flutter.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lost in thought at Ethan's question, I answered blankly.

"I was thinking about Sir Ethan. About how incredibly beautiful you are?"

"I was thinking the same. I was thinking how incredibly beautiful you, Miss Cherry, are."

Ethan slowly lowered his head and kissed my forehead. Then he pressed his lips to the bridge of my nose, then my cheek, one after the other.

"Still going to call me that, even though we're married now?"

His breath tickled my face, and I momentarily forgot his question because of it.

"...Then what should I call you?"

"Honey, darling. There are so many terms of endearment."

'Honey, darling' seemed too embarrassing. As I hesitated, Ethan leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Cherry, darling. Would you prefer if I called you baby?"

"What?!"

Startled, I covered my ears, causing Ethan to burst into laughter. He must have been teasing me.

"Just call me Ethan. Otherwise, I'll feel neglected."

Ethan made a pitiful face as he looked at me, his eyes drooping like a rain-soaked puppy. He was still so charming.

It was wrong to still address my husband as 'Sir Ethan.' The household at Happy House had nagged me so much about it...