How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 249. News (2)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

The room was silent as Liza left, and Raphael’s hands clasped together. Outside, it was snowing.

“That’s great,” he said belatedly. “I can’t believe we’re going to have a child…”

Though he tried to sound enthusiastic, his face grew darker and darker with every word. He really did not look happy, and Annette could instantly see through his mask.

He was not being honest. She could guess very well what he was thinking.

“Raphael,” she said, patting the place on the couch beside her. She wanted him to sit with her.

Raphael looked at her, his face solemn, his blue eyes as gloomy as a rainy sky. But he could not ignore her request, and so he reluctantly approached and sat, like an animal pulled on a leash.

“Look at me, Raphael,” she said. “Look me in the eyes.”

He glowered at her. His expression was angry, but somehow Annette saw the insecurity in his eyes.

“Why do you feel so anxious?” She asked calmly.

Raphael was silent for a long moment, raking his fingers roughly through his hair. He still found it difficult to express his feelings, and in the past, he would have run away from a situation like this.

This time, he did not run away. He took a deep breath.

“I’m scared,” he said simply, articulating his feelings. “I’m afraid something bad will happen.”

“Why?” she asked.

Raphael sighed, looking at her. He could have carried four Annettes on his back and still endured his usual training. Every time he was in bed with her, he had to be careful to control his strength. She was so adorable, he wanted to hold her tight, but always he worried that he might hurt her.

Now she was pregnant with his baby, and that might hurt her. Raphael covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want her to see the fear in his face.

“Raphael,” Annette said again, unaware of these thoughts, and smiled at him, bright as the sun. Then she reached out her delicate hand to touch his face, making him look up at her.

“Look at me,” she said, caressing. Her pink eyes shone. “Do I look sick now?”

He looked at her cheeks, flushed with health. No, she didn’t look sick, but he remained silent.

“I’m healthy now,” she told him. “And I feel incredibly happy because I’m with you. I know what you’re worried about, but don’t let it upset you. It’s not going to happen.”

He still didn’t answer, and Annette brought her beautiful face closer to his.

“I could never leave such a handsome husband,” she said seriously. “I would never even be able to cross the river of death if I had to leave you in this cold world.”

Raphael kissed her, but his lips were much more rigid than usual. Her words had not taken away all his fear.

It worried her, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Becoming parents would not be easy, and Annette needed a little time to mentally prepare herself for it, too.

It was hard for anyone to accept they were about to become parents. It was daunting to think of being responsible for another life. But it must be especially so for a man with a family history like Raphael’s.

She could only hope that he would be ready soon. And that he wouldn’t suffer too much in the process. Posted only on NovelUtopia.com

Of course, that was an impossible wish.