My husband is my Prospective In-law
Worriedly

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After arriving home, Ansel was already in his room. "Truly trouble the woman" Ansel grumbled as he threw his body onto the bed.

Suddenly the sound of knocking on the door sounded. He got back up and sat down on the edge of the bed, with an annoyed look on his face.

"Come in! What's up?" ansel asked in a loud-sounding tone.

Irene began to step inside, though full of fear. But tonight he just wants to apply to be able to sleep with Ansel. Somehow the desire was so great inside him, he could not resist and just tried to make everything come true.

Does this include the cravings Irene felt?

I don't know, Irene herself couldn't tell the difference between her craving and cravings.

"Ansel, may I sleep with you tonight?" asked Ansel with a doubtful look.

Ansel scored a deep frown on his forehead. "Why indeed?" asked the man, looking confused.

"That's it, but it looks like this child in my womb wants it" Irene said, albeit slightly stammered.

"Nothing is you. It's out there, you're just interrupting my sleep." Ansel got up and drew closer to Irene, he immediately pushed the woman's body to force her out of the room.

"Ansel, please help me! I don't want to either, but this desire is so great that it makes me restless and unable to close my eyes" Irene revealed how she felt.

But whatever Irene said, there was no meaning for Ansel, because the man pushed her even more, making Irene's body outside the room.

"Here you go, go back to your room! Besides, whenever I wouldn't consider the baby my son, his presence just made my life and my love story with Dyra fall apart!" Ansel closed the door hard, then locked it.

"Basic stupid! Where could he think I would allow him to sleep with me," Ansel grumbled still with an annoyed look on his face, stepping towards his big bed.

Ansel returned to lay his body on the bed and began to close his eyes, to remove all the fatigue that had been holding him since noon.

Irene did not dare to knock or force the will of Ansel who had openly rejected her, she could only accept airily while stroking her stomach.

"Son, be patient. Someday your father will accept you, you don't listen to what your father said just now." Both legs of Irene who was trying to toughen up, now began to fall down and sit in front of the room door, while leaning her body on the door body.

Tears were now seen wetting both of Irene's cheeks. He could not bear the pain of all the words Ansel had spoken to him. All of those sentences completely blotted out the depths of his heart.

"I'm going to be damning all this, until I'm really not able to hold it all back anymore." Irene sobbed with a sense of tightness that now felt clutching her chest.

At midnight when Ansel awoke. His throat felt very dry, making him move from his sleeping position.

Ansel stepped onto a nightstand to fetch water, but by then the water supply in his room was running out. Ansel finally decided to leave the room.

Ansel turned the key and immediately opened the door of his room, but what happened when the door opened, made Ansel stunned so shocked.

"Irene, what are you doing here?" ansel asked with annoyance, which immediately reappeared on the look on his face.

Ansel several times shook Irene's body with his legs to wake her up, but the resulting shock still made Irene unmoved.

"Are he sleeping or fainting anyway?" ask Ansel who is now starting to feel anxious.

Ansel immediately knelt down and clasped Irene's body on her lap. He gasped as Irene's breath felt very weak, even as the pulse on Irene's wrist he palpated, further making anxiety fill his head at this time.

Without thinking much more, Ansel began to hold the body of Irene who was currently drooping weakly, to be laid down on her bed.

After laying down Irene's body, Ansel quickly grabbed a mobile phone on the nightstand and began to contact a private doctor to come to his house.

"Hello, Doctor, please come to my house, as soon as possible!"

"Good, Sir. Who is sick?"

Ansel was silent for a moment, until he finally had no other choice to say it.

"My wife, Doc. She's pregnant."

Ansel had already ended his phone call and looked back at Irene's currently unconscious face, with a gaze filled with anxiety.

"Why am I worried about Irene? It's not that I hate him so much," Ansel's inner self began to be confused by his feelings.

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