Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter : 74

The household life of Gerald and Isvara became more and more harmonious, like a rainbow after the storm came, the suffering that had been gone so far was replaced with unparalleled happiness, the fruit of their patience all along.

Morning greet, now the two men are still struggling with passionate excitement, under his restraint, Gerald completely finish the wife with his gentle shower. They coiled around in thick blankets that covered their innocent bodies.

"Gerald, have you?" Isvara looked at meu, rubbing her husband's sturdy jaw.

"Beautiful soon" said Gerald, who had not yet reached his peak.

Isvara was sometimes defeated by the might of this man, like a starving lion for years to find its prey, Gerald always asked for his right every night. It seems like what the man said the other day was really in his form, they will try every night until the seed grows in his wife's womb.

"Darling, how many times has this been? You haven't arrived yet?" Isvara was drowning, leaving Gerald on top of it, just imagine, they did it from dawning until this morning. And the man still hasn't stopped him.

Gerald smiled in response, then greedily kissed the wife's lips, sped up her tempo and ended up making sure her seed reached the wife's womb.

Gerald finally slumped after being satisfied, Isvara's turn to rise with the sensitive part that felt pulsating.

"Based on a cruel man, not letting me rest" he grunted, a second later Isvara approached giving a brief kiss on the man's lips, then giggled to himself.

"Ah, I think I'm crazy."

She quickly felt that something was wrong with her. "Even if he's cruel you still love him." The monologue, then go get a towel, get in the bathroom to clean yourself.

***

The wall clock has shown at half-eight, now Gerald is fresh with a black shirt that is combined with a suit of ash and pants, glancing at his right wrist, and his right, Gerald exits the room looking for his wife.

While Isvara was in the pantry preparing breakfast, accidentally bumping into Brandon, Isvara did not expect the man to be in this house.

Brandon stared at him from top to bottom, making Isvara wrinkle her forehead, feeling uneasy.

Brandon grunting. "Are you happy now?"

Isvara did not understand, the man's question seemed to contain a lot of meaning. "You why?"

"Lo is insensitive or what the hell?" Brandon suddenly raised his voice.

"Lo don't know all this time I like you?"

Duarr! as if thunder had come suddenly, Brandon's statement surprised Isvara.

"I've been trying to misahin you with Gerald because I want to rejoice you, but in fact? you even lulled up with Gerald's deceit, and so melted."

"After the great suffering he gave you, you accept him so, Var? where's your brain?"

"You what the hell? another slur, huh? mending aside I want to grab a glass."

*Wait!" brandon unexpectedly blocked his hand. "Lo didn't hear me anyway?"

"Denger this is Isvara, I know this is crazy, but I really love you the same? since when? and where, or how exactly? I don't know, but one thing since you first came to the house, I've been thinking different things from you, I know at first I was evil as you, you know,but that's just because I want to wake you up, if Gerald's not pantes for you."

Isvara grimaced, trying to take off Brandon's check. "Lepasin Brandon, you're crazy!"

"Never speak ill of my husband, and stop feeling the truest pretentious of my life! release it!"

"No, I'm not going to let go, because when I like something, I'll get it any way!"

Damn kh! suddenly Brandon's body fell backward. Gerald came to give the man a bogem.

"Gerald, don't!" Isvara stopped his body as Gerald was about to attack the man, the anger that had been in the crown instantly vanished because of the gentle gaze of his wife.

Gerald let out a long sigh, then looked at Brandon who was now also staring at him fiercely. "I've been trying to be patient because you are my cousin, the son of my aunt who loves me the most, but it turns out that silence I even make Lo more and more!"

Gerald went forward, pulling the collar of the man's shirt, and Isvara panicked, but Gerald stretched out his hand so Isvara would not interfere.

***

After the incident, Gerald silenced Isvara, the man ate his breakfast in a chair far away from his wife, and it left Isvara confused himself. After the breakfast was over, Isvara now began to approach Gerald who was wearing his tie in front of the mirror.

"Let me have clothes." Gerald said he didn't say much about handing over the tie, and Isvara began to pair it.

"You why? silence me?" isvara asked in between the silence that occurred.

"I'm jealous."

Waw, Isvara was surprised, widening her eyes slightly chuckling, this man in front of her is really frontal now.

"Why are you smiling? satisfied to see me tormented by jealousy?" the man stared flat.

"No." Isvara tried to hold back her laughter, funny as it felt when Gerald was expressing it like this.

"But your jealousy has no reason? Brandon was completely accidental when he touched my hand."

"You think I didn't hear your talk? when he says he likes you? it felt like I wanted to kill him right now just by remembering it." the man's face looked ferocious.

Isvara was silent, feeling caught red-handed. "Alright I'm sorry I didn't stop him from saying that to me."

Gerald now did not take his eyes off again, looking at the wife who was only the limit of his chest.

Gerald then slightly bent over, grabbed Isvara's nape and kissed the woman's temple, then also a forehead and finally on the lips. Although they had repeatedly done this, Isvara was shocked, her heart was still beating very fast, and embarrassed, the woman's cheeks were even flushed like ripe tomatoes.

"Angrily already?" Isvara said slowly with her eyes twitching.

"Not yet." Gerald said flatly.

Isvara. "Eh, haven't you?"

Gerald's flat face changed instantly. "I'm just kidding." the man gave an amused snort, causing Isvara to punch him in the chest.

"Stop joking around, I don't like it!" his eyes glared furiously.

Gerald chuckled even more, "Alright, well I'm sorry."

Isvara. "You rich abege labile know not!"

"Hahaha, well, no more" said Gerald, then the man returned seriously.

"But still, be careful with Brandon, he's a cunning guy, I know him very well, just let me know if he's messing with you."

Isvara smiled. "Good, boss!" chuckling made Gerald squash, rubbing his head.

Silent for a moment, they just looked at each other, then Gerald's firm hands moved rubbing Isvara's flat stomach, Isvara who was surprised to follow the direction of her husband's view.

"Darling you know, I've been so hopeful that my seeds have grown inside here."

Isvara smiled wryly, since the first Gerald was already looking forward to the existence of a baby in their midst.

"I want-" Gerald hadn't finished his words like he was struck by a tremendous nausea.

"Hoek!" The shocked Isvara directly propped up her shoulders.her eyes widened as Gerald tried to hold back something that wanted to come out. "Hoek!"

"Gerald, what's wrong with you?" Isvara was worried and panicked.

"Hoekk! hoek!" Gerald didn't answer and went straight from there to leave Isvara, then to the sink.

What's wrong with her husband?