Stuck In Stepson's Hot Bed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Beatrice Pov The cold I felt eased slightly. I wanted to move, but I was still in a lazy state. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw Oscar fixing his tie in front of the mirror. I got up and sat up, leaning against the bed as I watched him. That broad back had been my support for months. I didn't know how long I could have it. "Are you going now? Sorry, I didn't have time to make breakfast for you," I said. When he was with me, I always made breakfast for him. If he woke up, it was because he smelled the food I was making.I always prevented him from going into the kitchen because if he had the chance, he'd misbehave. The inevitable lovemaking took place in front of the still-lit stove. He liked extreme and challenging things. And I admit, I enjoyed everything he did. "Yes, Mommy, it's okay because you must be tired. I'll have breakfast at the office," he said. That warm smile returned. I felt peace in my heart. An arrogant man always demands to be understood. He's the one who fell in love

Beatrice PovI felt like a queen in a large house with more than five servants. Oscar added another servant to accompany me. He didn't want me to have to worry about moving around to get something I'd left behind. Meals were regular, and their composition was designed by a nutritionist to be healthy. Every morning, he and I did simple exercises to regulate our breathing in the open air. He was a very caring man. His treatment was gentle and always pampering. After exercising together, we sat under the swing, feeling the morning breeze blowing through my hair. The servant brought us two glasses of milk and bread. It was a very calming morning with a man who possessed the best charm and considerable life experience. He told me about his difficult childhood. Oscar came from a humble family. He lacks the necessities. Thanks to his hard work, built with his older cousin, he has now become successful. This success has allowed him to propose to his wife."So, did your wife's parents know

Beatrice PovBeing heavily pregnant and breastfeeding makes me hungry easily. I have a big appetite, and I often feel uncomfortable bothering the chef who's always waiting for my orders. He doesn't mind because Oscar pays him well, but I feel sorry for him. Because of me, he has to stay up all night. Every dish prepared by expert hands tastes so special. I feel like I'm eating at an expensive restaurant all the time. Sometimes, at 11 p.m., I'm hungry and ask to eat. "How many times have you eaten this?" Oscar's mother asked, sitting next to me. At first glance, I didn't notice any change in Oscar's mother's demeanor. She was still the same as always, friendly and affectionate. I laughed after swallowing a super juicy piece of steak. "This is my fourth time. I eat maybe 10 times a day. And if I eat meat, I can eat 250 grams in one day," I said, and she laughed while rubbing my stomach."Eat, dear, so my grandson will always be full. Oscar wants the best for the people he loves. Oh y

Beatrice POVHe hasn't been here for two days. I'm worried his wife might harm herself to keep Oscar from divorcing her. When women are out to keep their husbands, they will often resort to that. A man never considers the consequences of wanting another woman and abandoning the woman he's been with for a long time.Especially if that woman has flaws in his eyes. As another man's dream woman, I don't want this either. Adelle and Velo are victims of men who want me. If Matt hadn't stopped me, Chris might have taken me away from his marriage. Usually, the third woman should get the advantage, but I'm the one who always gives in. "Bea, someone will be giving me a house soon. We can play with Mia in the backyard." "Yes, Madam."Oscar's parents were still kind to Mia and me. She didn't put any emotional pressure on me. I still felt comfortable in this house. Perhaps she was trying to keep me from getting stressed and affecting her grandchild in my womb. Soon after, a car stopped in front

Beatrice POVMy throat felt dry, swallowing like emptiness because there wasn't even a bit of saliva to moisten it. I slowly opened my eyes and began to move my fingers. I felt like a paralyzed person with no strength. I stared at the ceiling of a room I didn't know where. If it were a hospital, I would be on an IV drip. And where was I? "Bea—" Cindy approached me and smiled. I felt my stomach, oh no. Suddenly, my memory returned: I didn't even know if the child I was giving birth to was a girl or a boy. "Cindy, have I given birth, what—" I couldn't continue as the tightness in my chest was overwhelming my sadness. I cried and hugged Cindy tightly. "They abandoned me, but why didn't they wait until I regained consciousness to see my twins for a moment?""They're beautiful girls, their faces look exactly like yours. I don't know what they'll look like when they grow up; sometimes things can change. Don't be sad, you're safe here with Mia. I'll take care of you for a month until you