By nine o’clock in the evening, Monica had returned home escorted by Raymond. Although she insisted on refusing, Bryana still forced her to be escorted by her brother because it was late at night and she wanted to bring the two of them closer.

Dean, who often slept since the afternoon, finally experienced insomnia. He looked restless and stifled because he was bored being in bed all the time. Bryana, who fell asleep on the sofa, finally woke up and walked over to Dean who looked messy. Yes, that man no longer buttoned his whitish-blue shirt because he felt hot, even though the AC was already on.

“Honey, why did you unbutton it?” Bryana asked as she walked over to Dean.

“I’m feeling hot,” replied Dean as he tried to sit up even though he had to endure the pain all over his body.

Bryana immediately helped Dean to sit and lean back as comfortably as possible. she looked at her husband with pity because he was grimacing in pain just to sit down. “Still hurt?”

“Yes, I think when I get home, I have to regularly take a warm shower so I don’t hurt,” replied Dean angrily. “It’s all because of that damn Carlos!” He chuckled irritably.

Bryana sighed, then sat down in a chair. She touched Dean’s leg and massaged it, saying, “Don’t talk about him anymore. I get nauseous when I think about him.”

“He’s gone too far, honey. How can I not be upset still grateful if it’s only me who is injured, what if you also become the victim of his grudge that is groundless? I won’t accept it! ” Dean looked very annoyed. He looked so sexy even though he was sick. Moreover, his muscular body looked sweaty.

“I know you are very angry, and so am I. But be patient, we will catch him after you recover. Isn’t that what you want?” Bryana continued to gently massage Dean’s leg.

“Yes, I’ll beat him up before the police take him to jail!” exclaimed Dean.

“Yes, but don’t get angry now. I’m afraid to see you like this,” Bryana said.

Dean glanced at Bryana, who looked like he didn’t like his fiery emotions. His gaze softened as well and he stretched out his hand to wipe his wife’s cheek, smooth and well-groomed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yes,” Bryana said with a flat gaze.

“Now come here, sleep beside me,” said Dean.

“I will make you hotter because your bed is narrow and will make us squeeze each other,” said Bryana while continuing to squeeze Dean’s feet.

dean touched Bryana’s hand, forcing Bryana to stop massaging. “Come on, now get in bed. I want to sleep with you. I’ve been having difficulty sleeping because I’m used to sleeping with you.”

Because Dean kept begging, Bryana finally got on the bed and Dean immediately leaned his head on Bryana’s shoulder. The man embraced his wife’s stomach and pressed his face against the recesses of her neck.

“I miss,” murmured Dean.

“Miss who?” Bryana asked.

“Miss her,” Dean replied as he rubbed Bryana’s hidden secret body, which was still covered in a dress.

Bryana smiled slightly and glanced at Dean. “Now, you miss her? Looks like you have to hold your passion until it’s completely healed.”

“And it was excruciating holding back hurts more than holding back hunger and longing.” Dean turned to feel Bryana’s belly. “But maybe if there’s a baby among us, I can endure it.”

“Wait about seven months later, she or he will be born,” Bryana shouted, holding Dean’s hand which was above the surface of her belly.

“I can’t wait to see our baby grow to make this slim belly enlarge, then will be born healthy. And you will also be healthy after giving birth. That’s my biggest hope,” said Dean passionately, as if he didn’t want what had happened to Clarissa to happen to Bryana.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll be fine,” exclaimed Bryana, who understood Dean’s feelings. she looked down and kissed her husband’s lips while holding her firm jaw.

Dean returned the kiss very gently, spilling out all his longing for not kissing. but kissing made him have to try to refrain from the passion that made his manhood tense just because he was close to Bryana.

“Now go to sleep, it’s late at night,” Bryana shouted as she rubbed Dean’s cheek.

“I want to go home,” said Dean in a spoiled voice.

“As soon as we go home if you follow the advice to restore your condition by sleeping regularly, taking medication, and not moving much. I also really want to see you get better soon,” Bryana exclaimed like a mother to her kid. “I want to see the manly, strong, and mighty Dean Jackson back.”

“What will you give me when I recover?” asked Dean as he glanced at Bryana.

“Whatever you ask, I’ll give you,” Bryana replied with a reassuring smile.

Dean smiled warmly, pressing his face against Bryana’s shoulder. “I want you to take a warm bath with me in the morning when it’s raining. That would be great fun,” he exclaimed sadly.

“Yes, we’ll do it after you recover when the rain comes,” Bryana said, still rubbing Dean’s jaw and cheek area.

Until a few moments they chatted, finally, Dean fell asleep on Bryana’s shoulder. Bryana did not move because she did not want to make her husband, who had been having difficulty sleeping, wake up before sleeping soundly. Sometimes she kissed him on the forehead and looked at him affectionately as if she were the only one who made her life comfortable and happy.

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Elsewhere, Raymond has arrived in front of Monica’s apartment building. They are still in the car and mutually silent. Monica wanted to get out immediately but Raymond held her right hand as if he didn’t want her out.

“Raymond, let go of my hand. I want out,” Monica exclaimed in protest.

“Do you love me?” asked Raymond with such cold eyes.

“No,” Monica replied with a sarcastic smile. “Why do I love a man who loves even dating my cousin. I’m not a girl who likes to snatch, you know that, right?”

“Don’t lie, Monica. I can see your jealousy when I’m with Kareen!” exclaimed Raymond.

“Don’t make it up. I won’t like you because you belong to Kareen!” Monica confirmed.

“I don’t belong to Kareen.”

“But you are her boyfriend, you love her and she loves you. You have dreams of marriage, that means you will belong to her! “Monica reiterated even though she felt like she wanted to say that she was jealous.” Now let me go, I have to get out. I want to take a shower, I want to take a rest! “

“What if Kareen cancels to be my wife, will you love me, want to marry me?” asked Raymond with an investigating gaze.

“Do you want to make me an alternate bride again? I don’t want to marry an alternative, Raymond. now let me out and don’t act like this again. I don’t want Kareen to misunderstand. ” Monica struggled until Raymond’s grip fell on hers. She immediately opened the door and got out of the car.

Raymond fell silent and let Monica just go. he stared at Monica who now walked hurriedly into the apartment building which was not too big but in a futuristic style. ‘You still want me, Monica.. I know that!’ he thought with a smile.

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