Beautiful Psychiatric Transmigration

Open Yourself

"Then, let's make the heir of the Tjong family now."

"E-uh?"

Renata flickered, digesting what her husband said.

Make the heir of the Tjong family he said?

Now then?

"You say as if you think of me as just a hereditary tool. It's outrageous" said Renata with sharp eyes.

Mr. J froze immediately. Did he speak wrongly?

"No, I don't mean like that, Renata."

"Continue what do you mean?" tanya Renata looks annoyed.

"I'm just reminding you of our covenant" replied Mr. J cautiously in fear that the wife was getting more misunderstood.

Really, Mr. J didn't mean it that way. It was impossible for him to make the girl who had become his wife as a tool, especially a means of producing offspring. Come on, he's not that bad.

"Not to be reminded because I remember it. It's a written agreement, I can't possibly forget" Renata said.

Mr. J looked at Renata doubtfully, "So... Let's go──"

"I'm no longer in the mood" Renata cut Mr. J's words, then threw his face aside.

Looks like the girl really did snag. Blame Mr. J for not being romantic.

Then Renata shuffled to the side of the bed. Then sleep and cover her body tightly, causing the rose petals scattered on the bed to fall on the floor.

Mr. J stared at the nano of the flower petals that fell on the floor, it should have been a silent witness of his first night with his wife.

He was stupid for messing up.

Mr. J ruffled his hair violently, then moved to the bathroom.

I need to cool my body and brain.

It took thirty minutes for Mr. J to perform the ritual in the bathroom. I don't know what he did for so long. She came out of the bathroom wearing only jeans, displaying muscles on her upper body that did not wear anything.

Then the man sat down on the edge of the bed, the side next to Renata that was still wrapped around the blanket. Maybe he's asleep.

Removal of bandages that wrap the wrist. Look at the incision wound due to a sharp object scratch there.

In reality, Mr. J still hurt himself. He was already addicted and considered self-harm as a kind of self-defense.

Sienna's words then remembered him again. It was very desirable for Mr. J to remove his stepmother from the face of the earth. But she could not do it, because the woman had taken good care of her father. If Sienna was obliterated, no more foolish women would be willing to take care of the old man who had a stroke.

The words of the Mother so as not to hate her father can not be ignored.

Although Mr. J never visited Theo, that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Mr. J even periodically checked Theo's condition through the Doctor who was specifically assigned to take care of his father. He can't just take his hands off his father.

"If it wasn't for Mom's will I would never have cared about that jerk."

The handsome man's face hardened.

Yeah, if it wasn't for Aruna. Mr. J has long since expelled Theo, Sienna, and Alvaro. Even he could make their lives suffer so they would rather die.

Yet.

"I couldn't help but eliminate that woman if it ruined my marriage, it was enough for her to ruin Mother's marriage."

Mr. J's threat to Sienna was not a bluff. He really would not hesitate anymore to his stepmother.

Then look at Mr. J on a fruit knife lying on the table. Immediately taken the knife and aimed at the wrist, intending to add an incision there. He needs a channeling of the feelings he feels right now.

Tak

Mr. J who felt his body being hugged from behind spontaneously dropped the fruit knife he was holding. The arm hugged him tightly. There was no need to be asked twice who hugged him, there was only him and Renata in this room.

He thought his wife was asleep.

With his heart rhythm hammered, neck stiffened, and body stiffened perfectly, Mr. J tried to let go of Renata's circular hand on his stomach. But Renata did not want to take off her embrace.

"I told you, don't hurt yourself."

The movement of Mr. J's hand that wanted to release Renata's embrace came to a halt. Did his wife hear what he said?

"No need to worry, I'm holding you. I want to understand what you're going through, honey."

Juan J took a deep breath. Then his body tilted face to face with Renata, until now they looked at. His hands moved to grip his wife's waist.

"You can tell me about what you feel for me, hmm," Renata said with a gentle smile.

"Stories?" muttered Mr. J.

"Yes, I'm your wife. You can trust me."

Renata cupped Mr. J's firm jaw, seeking all the attention of those alluring black eyes.

Mr. J buried his head between the move and Renata's neck.

"When I was only a year old, a mistress of my father suddenly came along with a boy whom I should consider a younger brother. That woman who destroyed my family that was okay at first..."

Mr. J starts telling stories, opening up and sharing bad memories in childhood with Renata. Her heart, somehow felt confident that Renata could be trusted.

The man let Renata into the past as well as his heart bit by bit. Sharing the burden and the ramblings of life that have long been felt. Being in close proximity with Renata like this makes it very comfortable.

Renata heard the story well. Occasionally her hands moved to stroke the head overgrown with black hair belonging to her husband. His heart felt tight when he knew the story of what his Jefra had been through all this time.

At that moment, Renata knew why Jefra's memory was locked. The childhood memories of my husband are really bad.

"Your life is full of twists and turns, I do not imagine that I am in your position. I am proud of you because until now you are still able to survive what you experience. You're so cool."

Renata tries to entertain and kiss at her husband's temple. What you can do right now is provide support and motivation.

Mr. J is stunned. Then raised his head to stare at Renata's shady face. A warm feeling spread in his heart when he told the contents of his life that only a few people knew about his wife. This made him thump, only then did he open up to someone.

"I'm cool?" Mr. J smiled proudly.

"Yes! Husband cool! Cooler if you don't act like a bitch!" sahut Renata as he pinched Mr. J's nose.

Mr. J was stunned again. His voice was stuck in his throat. What did his wife just do? Pinched his nose with an anxiety? What the fuck? How dare he!

His eyes were fixed on the brown bead that was also staring at him. The touch on his nose just now made Mr. J feel trembling.

"Please promise not to hurt yourself again."

Renata said with a kiss on Mr. J.'s neck. Intend to provide skin-ship to calm down. However, it actually made Mr. J's blood sigh loudly.

"Renata," call Mr. J who is no longer strong enough to hold the beat.

"Kok didn't call 'honey', cheating if only I called you 'honey'," Renata still had time to protest.

Mr. J stroked Renata's flushed cheeks. Then kiss after kiss was landed all over Renata's face and neck.

"You've driven me crazy, so allow me to do it, honey," sighed Mr. J.

_To Be Continued_