My husband is my Prospective In-law
Irene's Determination

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Irene was still in the arms of Ansel who had not yet removed her hands from Irene's body.

"How do I let go of this hug?" Irene murmured from running out of air that was getting less and less to be inhaled, as Ansel's embrace grew longer, stronger.

Irene finally started to use her mightily, after she was almost out of breath. Not long after, Ansel's embrace was released, but this made Ansel began to squirm while rubbing his eyes occasionally.

Ansel slightly opened his eyes and was immediately shocked to see his position so close to Irene, he immediately inched backwards, with both eyes now perfectly rounded, and now perfectly rounded, looking at Irene who was also up and sitting on the bed.

"Well, are you hugging me?" tanya Ansel sounded sniffling.

Irene frowned deeply, confused by the attitude of Ansel who likes to blame others for his own behavior.

"Ansel looks like you're halu deh, who dived first it's you! The proof is that when I wake up you hold me tight, until I have a hard time breathing!" Irene replied with annoyance.

Ansel was silent for a moment. But his selfish attitude made him immediately refute all Irene's words.

"You are the shame! Where could I hug you! Next time don't sleep one more bed with me, just trouble me."

The look on Irene's face was instantly sad, Ansel's words were like tearing her heart apart, making her hurt.

"Your own baby wants it, Ansel. Not me!" irene protested with teary eyes because Ansel said she was always a hassle.

Ansel seemed to ignore the tears that were actually very visible to him, had been born on Irene's eyelids. He was still staring at Irene with hardened jaws and sharp eyes.

"So much to you, Irene! Anyway I don't want to hear you whining anymore want us to sleep together! This is enough to be the last." After finishing his words, Ansel got up from the bed and passed to the bathroom, deliberately slamming the door as hard as possible so that Irene knew that she was very angry.

Irene jumped in shock at the sound of a door slam so loud, she immediately got out of bed to get out of Ansel's room who did not want her presence. The tears that had been shed in both eyes, now began to glow with his steps that were leaving Ansel's room to go to his room.

"Why is my life always blamed by those who do wrong? Though it was clearly Ansel who hugged me first, but why was I to blame, to have to get hurtful words from him? What words that come out of my mouth don't deserve to be believed anymore? Then who do I have to put the burden on my heart? If my own husband doesn't want my existence."

Irene pressed her chest tightly to strengthen her heart that was currently feeling fragile.

"Actually I'm tired of having to hang with people who don't want my presence, but what can I do but hold back from staying strong until this child is born?" irene's mind was so soft.

"Yes, I have to be strong for this child, pity him if he has to be born without a father. I don't want my son to be the subject of ridicule from his friends if he doesn't have a father. To hell with the pain I feel!" Irene clenched her hands tightly, only herself was able to strengthen and force her to last longer for the sake of the baby she was born with.

Irene's steps stopped when she reached the door of the room, she undoed her intention to go inside.

"I better learn to cook with Erin below, who knows through the food I made able to melt the heart of Ansel, Ansel, at least he's learning to start accepting the baby's presence in my stomach and love her."

Irene wiped away the tears that had soaked her face before coming downstairs. He did not want the servants to see him grieve, especially Erin who was assigned Darren to spy on them.

Upon arriving downstairs, Irene circulated her gaze to look for Erin's whereabouts, finally she found the figure she was looking for and Irene immediately approached Erin half-runningly.

"Erin, can you help me cook breakfast for my husband?" Irene asked with a face glowing expectantly.

Erin nodded while smiling warmly.

"Of course I can help Miss to do such an easy thing. Let's go to the kitchen."

Irene smiled in satisfaction as she received no rejection from her excellent servant.

"Hopefully through this cooking, I can take my husband's heart. I hope Ansel can be a little lethargic, at least he can love this child I'm carrying, because this child is his own flesh and blood," Irene's inner hope.

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