How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 246. Tamed Beast (1)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Raphael didn’t know much about family.

He had never been close to his father, and his mother…

Useless brat! You’re an insect, eating and eating and eating! Why don’t you just die?!

His mother was hardly ever sober. She was always sobbing, sick, chattering to herself like a madwoman, or beating Raphel. That’s why he had so many scars on his body.

Standing before the mirror, Raphael looked at his naked upper body. His powerful torso bore many scars, and his eyes turned cold as he saw the puncture scars from scissors in his shoulders.

But then there was a warm voice behind him.

“Raphael? What are you doing?”

Annette held flowers in her hand, smiling as she looked up at him. She couldn’t see why he had removed his shirt.

“Nothing,” he said, his features relaxing as he looked down at his wife’s face. And then he caressed her cheek, pink as a cherry blossom. Touching her soft skin with his rough fingers was one of the sweetest sensations in the whole world.

“Why did you bring these flowers?” He asked, looking at the blossoms in her hands. She smiled.

“They’re early blooms, the first flowers of this spring. The gardener pointed them out on my morning walk. They’re so pretty, I really wanted you to see them.”

When she extended them to him, he took them, surprised.

“What do you think? Aren’t they beautiful?”

Raphael had never cared much for flowers, but these were special because they were a gift from her. He accepted them gladly.

“Yes,” he said, his eyes on her. “They are beautiful.”

But never so beautiful as she was. He bent and kissed her, and Annette blushed involuntarily. That soft smile on Raphael’s face, an expression this handsome man only showed to her, was a deadly weapon to her.

This is too much for my heart.

She touched her chest. Oddly, her stomach was churning and she felt faintly nauseous, even though she hadn’t even had breakfast today.

As Annette cocked her head to one side, Raphael plucked the largest flower from the bouquet and tucked it into her blonde hair. The fresh flower complimented her delicate beauty, and made her look as lovely as a fairy.

“You must be hungry after your walk,” he said. “Let’s go downstairs and eat.”

He was thoughtful, looking at her. All the poison her doctor had given her had finally been purged from her system, but she would always be physically weak. So he would always have to protect her.

Annette’s fingers brushed the petals of the flower in her hair, enjoying its sweet fragrance. The silky texture of the petals tickled her heart.

“All right,” she said, a smile blooming on her face. Actually, she was very hungry, all the sudden. Her empty stomach was crying out for food, and it was strange that her appetite had increased so much lately…

Annette’s cheeks blushed furiously. Fortunately, Raphael ignored the growling protest of her stomach, and she grabbed his hand to hurry them both to the dining room.