The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend

The Uterus for My Husband's Best Friend
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"You just need to contain Dean's seed, then give birth to a baby and give it to Alexander's family, and after that you can go back with Erlan. Mama and Papa will no longer stand in the way of you two. You'll still be the daughter-in-law of the Prakasa family!"


"But what if Erlan wakes up from a coma and looks for Feli, Pa?"


"Papa and Mama agreed that we would tell Erlan that you were out of town or abroad for treatment because of the accident!"


"Just do it, Felichia! Just think of it as the redemption of all the mess you've done!"


"We're here, Fel!" The words of Melanie who had been sitting next to Felichia spread the daydream of the twenty-four-year-old woman.


"You daydreaming?" Melanie asked Felichia, who looked strange.


"N-no! I'm just a little sleepy" Felichia replied reasoned.


The car carrying Felichia, Melanie, and Dean, has arrived at a magnificent palace house. Dean got off first, and opened the car door where Melanie was sitting.


"I'll just walk, baby!" Reject Melanie when Dean is about to hold her and move her from the car to the wheelchair.


"Can't!" Replied Dean firmly who immediately carried Melanie's thin body.


Felichia also did not know what Dean's wife was really sick so Dean would not allow her to walk alone and everywhere to be pushed using a wheelchair.


"Feli, let's get down!" Take Melanie who is sitting on her wheelchair.


"L-yes, Miss!" Felichia replied stammering, who immediately opened the car door beside her, then got out of the car.


"What did you call me?" Melanie asked Felichia while throwing a probing look.


"Miss," Felichia replied a little scared.


Melanie chuckles.


"Call Melanie or Mela and don't wear Miss's frills anymore!"


"I'm not your lady!" Tukas Melanie rubbed Felichia's arm.


Melanie continued to run her wheelchair automatically into the house. Felichia chooses to follow Dean's wife. Dean himself has disappeared into the house since then and not a single bit staring let alone greeting Felichia.


Yep, yeah,


What do you expect, Feli?


You're just a debt-redeemer who lends Melanie and Dean Alexander a womb, and then you're nobody!


"Your room's upstairs, Feli!" Melanie then said to Felichia, pointing to the stairs.


"Maid will take you to your room, and you don't have to worry about being in this house. Consider it your own life!" Melanie continued while giving an order to the maid who was nearby to deliver Felichia to her new room.


"Rest first! We'll talk again!" Tell Melanie to Felichia, before she runs back to her wheelchair to a room downstairs.


"Let me take you to the room, Miss!" Said the maid while inviting Felichia to go up the stairs. Felichia just followed and followed the steps of the maid earlier. Right at the end of the stairs, Felichia passed Dean who seemed to be going down the stairs.


Felichia and Dean were both silent a thousand languages and only the maid who had ushered Felichia greeted Dean politely. Felichia did not want to be too dizzy and continued to follow the maid's steps towards a room.


"This is your room, miss. Happy resting!" Said the maid while nodding his head at Felichia.


"Thank you!" Felichia said before the maid left and closed the door.


The two Netra Felichia directly scanned the luxurious rooms like the palace which was possible for everyone would feel pleasant. But of course not for Felichia who feels imprisoned and his life is now running without direction.


Either the drama let alone who will approach Felichia after this.


Then pregnant Dean's son?


Be born?


Felichia breathed out violently and landed her buttocks on the bed. The woman also immediately lay down and stared at the ceiling of the room that looked so luxurious with a very nicely carved gypsum decoration. Unfortunately all the beautiful decorations were not as beautiful as Felichia's life now.


Felichia was still lying down staring at the ceiling of the room, and her finger was playing the ring that was now coiled on her ring finger. The ring given by Erlan a few months ago when they were married was simple.


"Wake up, Erlan! Missed you!" Felichia murmured before the woman closed her eyes.


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"Make sure you calculate her fertile period correctly, because I don't want to touch that woman repeatedly!" Dean said to Melanie in a fiery tone.


"His name is Felichia, Dean! Stop calling this woman that woman. He has a name!" Sergey Melanie reminds Dean.


"Whatever!" Dean replied indifferently and seemed a little upset.


"Why don't we just use the tube baby method, so that I don't have to touch it" Dean grumbled again as he wiped the rough sweat on his face.


Dean and Melanie were in the gym at Alexander's mansion.


"The process is very complicated and will take a lot of time" replied Melanie who again gave a series of reasons.


Dean was preparing to lift the weight again, as Melanie got up from her wheelchair and stopped her husband.


"Dean, that's enough!"


Dean who saw Melanie got up, hurriedly got up and supported the skinny body of the wife.


"I told you never to get out of your wheelchair or try to walk like this, Mel! What if you fall or get hurt?" that Dean's a little worried.


"That's just two steps and I'm fine, Dean!" Kelit Melanie scowled at Dean, who now sat him back in a wheelchair.


"Don't pout that way!" Dean squirms in front of Melanie and plays his wife's whining lips.


"Hurry up and shower and clean up! We have to eat dinner" Melanie said, cupping Dean's face.


"Baking with you seems like more fun," Dean glanced mischievously at Melanie.


"Ck! I took a shower!" Melanie pretends to be lazy.


"And I don't like to shower with my husband, whose body is sticky and full of sweat," Melanie continued, wiping Dean's large arm, which was covered in sweat.


"I'll force you then!" Dean got up and quickly lifted Melanie's body from a wheelchair, then carried her bridal-style wife.


"Dean! Lower me!" Melanie banged Dean's chest while thrashing.


"Shut up!" Dean's orders quickly led Melanie out of the gym, then led her into the room.


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