The next day, presumably on the 63rd day after meeting Vampire, I finally posted the first Chapter of my new novel on the website with an interesting blurb. After writing my first novel, I had already realized that I wasn’t very good at writing romance scenes. So why shouldn’t I turn toward fantasy and action instead?
So I initiated a new novel from scratch under the cultivation theme. Of course, it was strange for a girl to write such a story, but I couldn’t help but. I was really excited since this novel was written in a special setting.
I glanced at the story blurb with a satisfied expression on my face.
“Blurb:
In the month of July, a woman opened her eyes all of a sudden and glanced around. She was a modern girl who had died in a plane crash. But how come she was still alive?
When she observed her surroundings, she was stunned. It looked as if she had stepped inside an ancient looking era! Starting from the curtains to the design of her dress, everything seemed to be ancient.
She finally realized that she was a teenager in a cultivation world who was in a certain sect under a master.
But what shocked her the most was her master! Why did he look like her ex who had already broken up with her?”
After reading it again, I smiled and clicked the ‘post’ button. Even though I had mentioned in the blurb that there will be romance, it wasn’t the theme of it. Instead, this was a mission driven storyline where the villain would play a major role. I had planned many plots and twists to make the protagonist suffer more and more until she could grow up, just like me.
After that, I waited for the readers to comment and closed the laptop before heading over to the kitchen.
Today, I decided to learn a new dish every day to make my husband happy. So right now, I was watching the tutorial video of a dish that Lewis loved.
I prepared the ingredients for the dish and put it all in the frying pan. At first, I thought I was doing a good job. But who would have thought that after a while, I would smell smoke coming off of the enclosed pan?
I instantly turned it off and placed it at the corner of the kitchen to wait for the smoke to come off before opening the window wide. I coughed for a moment before glancing at the pan once again when the smoke settled. When I looked inside, I couldn’t help but groan.
What a beautiful dish it was! But it ended up looking burnt. I snapped a pic of it and put it on my social media. Below the pic, I inserted a caption:
‘This is what happened when I tried to cook for my husband.’
Then I added a series of cute emojis and posted it online. After a while, my husband called and asked in an anxious voice, “Are you okay?”
Did he just assume that I would get burnt because of it?
The mood that had gone off because of the cooking went up as a smile formed on my lips. “I’m hurt.”
“I’m coming.” My husband’s voice got even more anxious than a series of chuckles left my lips.
“I meant that my heart is hurt. I can’t make food for you anymore.”
After hearing my words, there was a long silence that followed before Lewis managed to speak. “Why do you have to act so childishly? Be more serious.”
“Okay, boss!”
We talked more after that before we cut off the call. My mood was better at this time. So I didn’t go on cooking in the kitchen and instead called the hotel to bring me food. When I was done with my lunch, I finally opened the laptop to look at the response and was surprised to see so many messages in my inbox. I could even see many people commenting and adding my novel to their libraries.
I couldn’t help but feel delighted at that. This novel was doing much better than the previous one!
I grinned as I took a screenshot and sent it to my husband while boasting myself. “Look! a thousand reads just after I posted! Isn’t it amazing?!”
Lewis replied back faster than ever. “It’s good, but don’t sign any editor yet. I’ll handle everything. You just write.”
I couldn’t help but feel sweet in my heart after reading my husband’s messages.
Three days later, I found out exactly how my husband would handle my novel. When he came home late that night, I was still awake, waiting for him in the living room. I saw him changing his shoes as he glanced at me with a surprised look on his face. “You’re still awake?”
I nodded as a trace of blush crept up my cheeks. “I couldn’t sleep.”
He changed his shoes and showed me a letter. “Now, I’m officially your agent. Any editor and producer would have to contact me before approaching you. Of course, the company Webpad would also give me a salary. They were already trying to find you an agent when I approached them. So my timing was also good.”
I stared at the letter of joining with widened eyes. My glance passed through paragraphs of how to handle his job and reached the salary part as I got even more surprised. “Five thousand dollars?!”
My husband showed a satisfied look and kissed my cheeks before saying, “Yes, and it’ll also depend on how you work. So, dear wife, you have to work hard.”
I nodded, feeling a delightful emotion in my heart. I had never thought that my husband would become so supportive of my hobbie that he would even start working as an agent! My heart swelled with joy so much that I threw the letter aside and jumped in his arms while kissing his lips. He chuckled against my lips and kissed me with all his heart while cupping both of my cheeks with his palms.
On the 93rd day, precisely 17 days later, I found myself staring at my Webpad profile with tears glistening in my eyes. My new novel had also started to earn interest as I got new messages from my husband saying many people had approached me. For the past few weeks, both of us joined our hands together and worked hard to make my novel known to the world. I still didn’t know who my editor was, but Lewis would contact that person and provide all the information about my work on a daily basis.
Every night, I would write and sleep with a satisfied smile on my face. Even when I wouldn’t be able to get any motivation to write, Lewis wouldn’t say anything. He would take me out on a date and try to motivate me in his own way.
And our efforts showed fruits. My first work was selected for TV series, anime, and games by several companies. My husband got so many offers that he was forced to be awake late at night until he finally chose a company that provided me with better financial security.
Everything was going great, so great that I sometimes wondered if I was merely dreaming. If I were, I didn’t want to wake up. I smiled after receiving my husband’s message about how he was busy in a meeting and would come back late. I wrote: “Okay, but I’ll still wait for you.”
The emotional distance between me and Lewis gradually reduced as we came closer and closer to each other. Although we haven’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet, I felt like we didn’t need to. In fact, there was a saying: action speaks louder than words.
And we both were living examples of that.