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He gently rubbed her back as she vomited. A worried look was plastered on his face as he held her and braided her so it wouldn't get into the way. "Hush, you'll be fine. You'll be fine..." he consoled. Her throwing up only got worse. She vomited until there was nothing left to throw up aside her own saliva. Yet she still felt nauseous. It was exhausting her to the point of passing out. She leaned her exhausted body against his chest as she sobbed, her stomach was hurting badly from all the energy she'd wasted from throwing up."Are you good now?" he said as gently as he could as he caressed her sweaty forehead. Tears rolling down on her cheeks as she tries to catch her breath. She shook her head. "Do you want me to bring you to hospital?"Again, she shook her head. "W-Water...""Alright, I'll grab you some water." He was concerned to say the least. He shouldn't have cancelled the doctor's appointment. His wife was probably sick and he's neglecting his duties as a husband. He's stupid
She shouldn't have listened to Zeus' words and gotten affected by it. She should've known better than to piss off Xavier. She knew it would only cause trouble once she's caught, but she's also determined to find out herself the things she didn't know about Xavier. It's already too late to regret.Zeus' voice rang through her head like a broken radio kept repeating itself. "Why don't you go towards the 4th and 5th floor to find out for yourself?" She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. She reminded herself that it was wrong to disobey him and would only cause her in danger, but if she found it undiscovered, then it's probably okay, right?Right.As long as he doesn't find out, then she's safe.Pressing the 4th floor of the mansion through the elevator, Margarette braced herself to what she would see in the forbidden floor. She expected that it wouldn't be far different from the basement, however, it was quite contrary to what she actually saw.Countless pairs of eyes lingered on
She soon left the 4th floor and bid goodbyes to all the new people she had met. To say that the workers and patients were very friendly is probably an understatement. Despite the fact that the majority of them were cold-blooded killers, they greeted her with utmost respect and politeness in which she was thankful for. As she went to press the elevator towards the 5th floor to take a visit, a hand suddenly held her wrist in a tight grip. Shocked, she looked up to see a tall, handsome man holding her wrist. Her eyes widened when it was drawn to her who was him."H-Hubby...?" she asked nervously. Her heart was hammering in her chest all of a sudden as worry filled her system.His brows were knitted, his forehead was creased, and his lips were pressed tightly into a thin line as he glowered at her. His jaws were hardly clenching as the anger swimming around his ocean blue eyes were so palpable that it sent shivers down her spine.Her mouth parted, ready to defend herself, but there was n
They ended up having midnight dinner together. Margarette decided to be extra clingy and wants him to feed her. Hopeless, Xavier fed his wife to her stomach's content even though it cringed at him to even imagine what he was actually doing. He still reeks of alcohol and wasn't able to change clothes yet. He wanted to but can't leave his wife in her weak state. She clearly needs his attention."I want ice cream..." she whined."Stop acting like a kid and eat what is presented," he scolded. "Open your fucking damn mouth and eat this before it gets fucking cold, zhena." (Wife)She opened her mouth with a sulking face and accepted the food. Clarise woke up immediately the moment Xavier called her over to ready his wife's food. He doesn't fully trust the people in the kitchen to deliver safety meals for Margarette, that's why he had asked a trusted maid to double check the food first before they delivered it."I want more soup," Margarette uttered. He held the bowl and helped her up.Why t
"No, you're not," he said with his face stoic. His voice was dead serious as he looked back at her.Her heart literally just broke."I had a test on you last week to see if you're already bearing my child, the result was negative. You're not pregnant," he said to her, breaking her hope.She bit her lower lip harder as she looked away in shame and disappointment."W-Why am I not pregnant?" she asked, trembling as her eyes began to water. He sighed. "I don't know. Maybe it's not the time yet.""But I w-want to have a baby like Poland." She was literally disheartened to hear that she's not pregnant. She was expecting. The hope and excitement that she felt earlier when the two women started talking about pregnancy, she already imagined herself into that phase of her life and was already looking forward to it."Do not rush things, doll. You might only regret it," he said to her disappointed face. "Things like pregnancy and parenthood are a lifetime responsibility you have no escape or excu
"What did you guys talk about?" she asked as soon as he came back. He sat down next to her and she immediately adjusted herself so she could sit on his lap.He was breathing rather harshly. His face was dark with anger and his eyes were glinting with fury."Hubby?" she asked softly as she caressed his face. He blinked his eyes, suddenly snapping out from his trance. He looked at his wife and saw her looking at him with a worried look on her face. "You okay?"He sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah.""What did you two talk about? Is it bothering you?" she asked again, still caressing his face. His stubble has grown a little and it tickles her delicate fingers."No," he lied. "Let's not talk about it."She hummed, obliging. She doesn't want him to get uncomfortable. If he doesn't want to talk about it, then it's okay for her. "By the way, you have work, yes? Why did you come home early?""I just want to," he simply said, which made her pout. He chuckled seeing her expression. He pinched h
Margarette rushed towards the bathroom as soon as she felt her stomach churning. She went straight to the sink and puked everything out until there was nothing left but saliva. It was exhausting. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she sat down on the bed and stared at the wall. Her dream was kinda strange. She dreamt of her father. He was calling at her through her dream, begging her to come back. Her father was standing in the hallway, and behind him was an endless darkness.Margarette shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she took a step forward. Her heart throbbed seeing the pain in her father's eyes as he called for her. But she can't...She doesn't want to go back.She doesn't want to go back to that place, to that cage, and live the rest of her life being caged. She's got enough of it. She's tired living in a life like that."Baby..." A voice called. She turned over her shoulder and saw Xavier, her husband. "Don't leave.""H-Hubby..." she said, conflicted
She gasped out loud, her eyes rolling heavenwards as pleasure overtook her. He didn't prolong her agony and ravaged her already. Foreplay isn't needed when they are both ready for it. Xavier pulled his thick and long member out of her before he thrusted back roughly. Margarette moaned out loud as if letting all the people in this house knew what was happening to them.Xavier was being gentle and rough at the same time. He didn't grip her roughly like he used to, which would leave dark purple in her skin.He pushed his hips, in and out of her without a single care in the world whether people knew or not. What's wrong with what they're doing? They are a married couple.Margarette soon cummed around his cock. He turned her around and kissed her lips. "You're doing great, baby," he whispered against her lips before he went to kiss her neck, leaving hickeys on her skin. Her body was burning. He put one of her pink nipples in his mouth and watched as she yelped in surprise. She looked down