My husband is my Prospective In-law
S2: Finally Completed

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Upon arrival in her room, Ansel was already in bed with Irene who had been thinking about whether her husband was angry with her for telling Dyra about the problem she was facing.

"Darling, are you mad at me?" asked Irene who was increasingly confused by Ansel's inertia.

"Yes I'm mad at you" Ansel replied coldly and still turned his face away from looking at Irene.

"I'm sorry if I was wrong for telling Amma Dyra." Irene was bowed with all the regret that was currently so visible on her face.

However, suddenly as the globules of sadness began to drip from both corners of Irene's eyes, Ansel immediately lifted the wife's face by touching Irene's chin and made their gaze intertwined.

"Dear, I'm sorry. I'm just kidding, I'm not mad at you." A smile began to be seen from both corners of Ansel's lips that expanded and was immediately greeted with a close embrace from Irene which immediately made Ansel gasp.

"Don't joke like that again! Because your cold face is like that, reminding me of your former figure." Irene continued to hug her husband and buried her face in Ansel's chest as she continued to cry, blowing away all the fear that had enveloped her.

Irene's cry made the man regretful because of his joke that meant only to prank Irene, but ended with tears from his wife. "I'm sorry, baby." Ansel began to unravel the embrace of Irene who was still tightly clutching her. Now the look in his eyes looked at the shade of Irene's face that had now been soaked by tears on both of her cheeks.

"I-I'm afraid that you're like old times." The woman revealed what she feared. Yes, it is only natural that Irene was really traumatized because indeed every wound inscribed by Ansel in her heart was still imprinted and difficult to forget from her memory.

Ansel began cupping both sides of his wife's face tenderly and began to wipe away the tears left on both cheeks. "Dear, don't cry anymore. You'll never see me the way you used to, I promise you! Sorry for making you think back to those bad memories."

Irene immediately nodded her head. Then without an aba-ba Ansel began to bring his face closer to Irene's face until their taper nose clashed, the roar of breath that felt warm to each other's faces. Once the distance was getting closer, Ansel began to kiss Irene's thin lips with tenderness.

Irene did not refuse at all, she allowed her husband to do anything for her because Irene did not want to make Ansel hold back her desire again, especially if it was to wait for her to give birth to the fruit of their love. The woman now began to reply and compensate for the movements of Ansel's lips that devoured her savage lips.

The atmosphere in the room that was originally quiet, now was filled with the sound of des*han that was mutually unpretentious of the two who were currently both hunting for pleasure.

Ansel really practiced very well the advice of the father who told him that the good position was that Ansel was in control of the game they were currently playing, it was on Irene's body. Of course, by supporting his weight using both hands, so as not to burden the abdomen of Irene who was containing the fruit of their love.

After a few tens of minutes, both of them reached the peak of enjoyment that they managed to achieve simultaneously. The body full of sweat now clenched each other, after Ansel lay down beside Irene with his hands still coiled on his body. However, at this time the anxiety again disturbed the calmness of Ansel who immediately asked the condition of the baby in the womb Irene.

"Honey, everything's safe, right? Our son's okay, isn't he?" ansel asked with a breath.

Irene who was also adjusting her irregular breathing rhythm, quickly nodded while commenting on her smile to be able to calm her now restless husband. "Our son is fine, baby. He's happy to have been in his father's tengokin."

The answer that was thrown from Irene's mouth, was immediately greeted with a smile that expanded from both corners of Ansel's lips, which was now able to breathe with relief.

"Thank God, that's a sign that I've managed to do everything well, so as not to hurt our baby." The man's hands began to touch the surface of Irene's stomach skin and then rubbed it with full tenderness.

"Yes, honey. Tomorrow you're doing it like that, yeah, don't even hold it that's going to torture yourself."

Ansel smiled shyly and immediately hugged Irene's body tightly while burying his face on his wife's chest to be able to cover the look of his current face that was flushed from feeling very embarrassed.

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