The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend

The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend
DEAN SUCKS!


"I can eat myself, Mel!" Felichia said as Melanie was about to bribe her.


"alright. Watch slowly!" Melanie placed a plate of warm porridge on the small table in front of Felichia.


Felichia immediately ate the porridge voraciously so that he could also immediately take medicine from the doctor. Felichia wanted to get well quickly so she could see Erlan soon


"Where were you going?" Melanie asked who was sitting not far from Felichia.


"To the hospital visit Erlan," Felichia replied before feeding her porridge into the mouth.


"You can call him, if you're worried." Melanie gives Felichia a landline phone.


Thats problem. Felichia doesn't know who to call. If Felichia contacts Mama Astri, Felichia's in-laws will definitely only abuse her.


"Later on, Mel!" felichia replied at last while commenting on Melanie's smile.


"Dean will be out of town for three days. So you can rest and restore your health, Fe!" Melanie's next speech that instantly made Felichia unconsciously sigh in relief.


At the very least, Felichia did not need to meet that cold and rude young master for the next three days. It really sucks to be around that damn Dean.


"Can I see Erlan if I'm healthy?" Felichia asked Melanie expectantly.


"certain. The driver will take you to the hospital as long as you are completely healthy and recovered" Melanie replied, smiling at Felichia.


"I can go back to my room now, Mel? I just want to rest in the room" asked Felichia once again asking Melanie for permission.


"Can you get up and walk?" Melanie asked worriedly along with Dean who finally returned from the second floor.


It looks like the man was hiding in his study when the doctor examined Felichia.


Felichia also just found out the last week that Dean's office is on the second floor. Felichia didn't know why Dean put his study on the second floor and not just downstairs.


"Dee!" Call Melanie to her husband.


"What?" suhut Dean with a flat face.


"Please take Felichia to her room on the second floor!" Melanie's orders stared firmly at the husband.


Dean approached his wife who was still standing and did not answer a word.


"Melanie, I can go up to my own room" Felichia whispered to Melanie.


Felichia had already grabbed the blanket and was about to get up.


"No, Dean's gonna take you upstairs, Fe!" Melanie said, forcing and holding Felichia not to stand up.


"Can you not stand for too long?" Dean, who had approached Melanie, quickly sat her on the sofa.


"I'm fine, Dean!" Sergey Melanie was upset and angry.


"Can you take Felichia to her room?" Pinta Melanie once again to her husband.


"Can't! I was in a hurry, "" replied Dean as he kissed Melanie's lips and pushed her a little. Long enough Dean clenched Melanie's lips, even though his wife was a little rebellious.


Felichia who witnessed the scene hurriedly turned her face away, then got up and left in silence. Felichia climbed the stairs slowly and chose to go inside her room immediately.


"Dee!" Melanie pushes rough on Dean's body who kisses her like she's in a mess.


"Why? Do I also need to strip you of your clothes, then kiss you in front of that woman" Dean pointed towards the sofa where Felichia was sitting. But the sofa was empty and Felichia was gone.


Where's Felichia?


"Fe?"


"Felichia!" Melanie called out to Felichia who was already invisible to the trunk of her nose.


"Miss Felichia has gone upstairs, miss," said a maid who was questioned by Melanie.


Melanie breathed a little relieved, then chose to go into her room leaving Dean who was said to be in a hurry but did not leave as well and instead sat down on the sofa in the living room.


Basic sucks!


"Mel, stop pacing around and sit in your wheelchair!" Dean's orders are fierce as Melanie steps toward their room.


"I'm fine, and I don't want to sit on that shitty wheelchair anymore!" Melanie replied in a resentful tone. Looks like Dean's wife is really mad at Dean.


"Ck!" Dean clucked and was already quickly matching Melanie's pace.


Without any more ba bi bu, Dean immediately carried Melanie's body and held her ala bridal.


"Why are you so stubborn today, hmmm?" Dean asked his wife.


"Down me, Dean!" Melanie thrashed in Dean's arms and her hands did not stop banging her husband's chest.


"No way!" Dean replied, who had brought Melanie into the room. Dean closed the bedroom door, then carefully placed Melanie's body on the bed.


"Aren't you in a hurry? What do you want now?" Melanie looked fiercely at Dean.


"Did I ever tell you that you get prettier when you're mad like this?" Dean said with a teasing grin.


"Not to seduce or seduce me! I'm angry!" Melanie snaps in annoyance and turns her face away from Dean.


"I'm going to go three days and you're selling expensive" Dean unbuttoned Melanie's dress on the front.


Melanie was uncontrollable even though she still turned her face away from Dean.


"Honey," pleases the friendly Dean.


Melanie kept on frowning.


"My dear, why are you angry?" Dean forced to cupper Melanie's face and play her like a squishy.


"You're a bitch!" Melanie's snoring is still upset at Dean.


"Which part sucks?"


"This one?" Dean kissed Melanie.


"Or this one?"


Dean instead kissed Melanie's cheek.


"This one?"


"This?"


"Or is this?"


Dean continued to kiss Melanie's face except for her lips.


Dean knew that Melanie wanted him to come back, but Dean had deliberately teased Melanie and played around first.


"Dee!" Melanie finally cupped Dean's face and kissed her husband's lips.


"Would you give me some supplies before you leave?" Temptation Dean while glancing mischievously towards Melanie.


"You'll be left on the plane later" Melanie went down Dean's face, and her finger stopped on her husband's lips.


"My plane leaves in two hours" Dean kisses Melanie's fingers on her lips.


"So we can still do a round," continued Dean who immediately made Melanie pull the head of her husband, then both of them clenched and touched each other quickly.


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