How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 251. Symptoms (2)

Today, Annette had eaten a huge amount, from appetizers to desserts. Now she watched as Raphael devoured his meal. It seemed he was enjoying it. He was eating the succulent ham-wrapped chicken with every sign of relish, and Annette felt relieved at the sight.

He still wasn’t putting on weight though, and she looked at him sadly. Taking a spoonful of chocolate pudding, she held it out to him.

“Try this,” she said. “They made it today.”

He didn’t seem very interested in the sweet, but he didn’t refuse.

“It’s delicious,” he said, without altering his expression. “Why don’t we go upstairs?”

Rising from his chair, he embraced her, lifting. She was much heavier than she had been, but he carried her as if she were a feather.

Reaching her bedroom, he laid her on the bed and then sat in a chair beside it, reaching to massage her feet.

“You don’t have to do that,” Annette said, giggling shyly. “I feel good today.”

She wanted to pull her legs away, but Raphael wouldn’t allow it with his big hands.

“I know, but if I don’t do it now, your feet might wake you up early again,” he said, his hands moving gently over her legs. And it made her feel so loved.

“Mmm…”

After such a big dinner, she soon began to feel sleepy. She was sleeping more often than she had before, most likely from her pregnancy.

Raphael’s hands moved more gently, so he would not wake her up. Her blood circulation had improved greatly, and her cheeks were pink with health.

Silently, he looked at her sleeping face. She looked happy. Gently, he kissed her forehead and laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her.

Even in her sleep, Annette sensed her husband’s presence and moved closer to him. For him, there was nothing in the world that was better than the warmth of his wife’s body.

A wind blowing in through the window woke Annette later. Normally a heavy sleeper, it was rare that she woke up at night, but the wind was fierce and smelled like it would carry rain tomorrow.

It seemed like she wouldn’t be going for any walks in the morning.

Her pregnancy made it uncomfortable to sleep lying completely flat, and she rolled over. Raphael’s side of the bed was already cold.

“Raphael…?”

Annette looked around. Surprisingly, he was nowhere to be found.

He hadn’t left her side for a moment since they learned she was pregnant. He was always there, like a hound guarding his owner. So why had he left her alone in the early hours of the morning?

Immediately, she thought back to his former tortured sleep.

“Has he relapsed again?”

Rising with difficulty, she put on her slippers. It was hard even to do that; her belly had grown so far, she could not see her feet. But in this case, her own worry outweighed her discomfort.

She checked his bedroom first, a lonely place with an air of disuse, and then headed downstairs to look for him.