Part 41

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Chelsea hurriedly grabbed her phone from her study desk. She quickly called Vano and asked him to drive Margareth away from her husband's door. Chelsea was really worried that Carlos was not okay right now because it felt strange that Margareth suddenly gave him more attention and even added a glass of green tea.

"Why are you calling me, Chelsea? Haven't you had enough time to think about following Dad to his room?" Vano forced himself to open his eyes.

"No, I actually want to go to Dad's room."

"Yes, okay, just go there. You have the key, right? I handed it to you earlier," Vano complained, his eyes really drowsy at the moment. While Celine didn't contact him and ask him to accompany her to bed. If he could sleep quickly and get rid of the fatigue that had taken over his body, why not?

"Actually, I want to ask for your help to drive Mom away from Dad's room."

"Your mom, what's she doing in Dad's room?"

"No, in front of Dad's room. Not inside Dad's room."

"Oh, alright. I'll head there right away."

"Please hurry, Van. I have a bad feeling about Dad, afraid something might be wrong with him."

"Alright, I'll go there right now." He dragged his steps towards the bedroom door. He felt lazy to move, but Chelsea mentioned that her father was not in a good condition.

The presence of Margareth in front of her father's room also raised big question marks, of course.

"Auntie, what are you doing here?" Vano, who was very sleepy, was asked by Chelsea to drive Margareth away. He became more irritable when facing the middle-aged woman.

Margareth stammered, "A-are you not asleep yet?"

"Auntie, I asked a question, why are you responding with another question? Just answer what makes you stand in front of Dad's room? Isn't your room downstairs, and this isn't your area?" Vano pointed to the stairs. "Now go down and sleep, don't disturb Dad's rest! He has to work tomorrow."

Margareth seemed annoyed, stomped her foot on the floor, and left Vano. She would wait for him to leave first before waiting for Carlos to return. As soon as Margareth reached the middle of the stairs, Vano immediately signaled Chelsea to approach.

"Now, you check on Dad inside, if there's something wrong, contact me immediately." Chelsea nodded quickly, rushed to open the bedroom door before Margareth returned upstairs.

Meanwhile, Vano returned to his room, waiting for news from Chelsea about her father's condition.

Upon reaching the room, Chelsea was truly shocked to see her husband's condition. He was lying in bed, clutching the blanket tightly. Carlos bit his lower lip, as if holding back something very painful.

Slowly, Chelsea approached, taking a closer look to understand what was happening with her husband. The closer she got, the more she realized that Carlos wasn't holding back pain but rather something that was causing a bulge in the lower part of his pajama pants.

Carlos also looked sweaty, writhing as if influenced by something

“Mother is really cunning!” cursed Chelsea, taking off all her clothes before approaching her husband. Rushing onto the bed and unbuttoning the pajamas that Carlos was wearing. Just as quickly, he bit both of Carlos' open lips.

Craving a woman's touch, that's how the medicine Margareth gave him works. The medicine worked well, but unfortunately everything did not match Margareth's expectations. Instead of meeting him in the room, Carlos tried hard to hold back his desire so that now he was writhing on the bed.

Squeezing and gripping the bed cover as well as the blanket so that the bed is now a mess.

"Honey," Carlos sighed. As soon as he realized that Chelsea was now nearby. His wife was innocent, trying to remove the pajamas that were still attached to her body.

“Do it to me, Dad.” Chelsea asked before crushing again and biting Carlos' lips. The man hugged Chelsea tightly, changing positions so that Chelsea was now under his control.

No matter what shape the pajamas he was wearing, Carlos forcibly took them off because he couldn't wait to take it all out on his wife. Originally, Carlos wanted to meet Chelsea and wanted to resolve the problem that had suddenly arisen between them.

However, there was no wind, no rain, it felt like he wanted to pierce Chelsea to the deepest part of her body. However, his prestige was very big because of their fight this afternoon. Carlos also felt guilty because he had heated up Chelsea at the dinner table, but after his wife came to surrender, of course Carlos would not waste this opportunity.

He also salutes Chelsea for never having anger, let alone revenge at all.

Chelsea grimaced. Both circles received very painful attacks. As time went on, Carlos didn't become gentler, but instead became more passionate. Plunging down there without any mercy at all. While taking a sip, Carlos also squeezed without any mercy at all. As if he had lost control, Carlos didn't hear his little wife crying, moaning in pain because of his actions.

“Dad, it hurts,” Chelsea groaned, as Carlos crossed his arms above his head. Holding him tightly and pressing him against the mattress so he wouldn't be there anymore. Until Carlos freely stabbed Chelsea, making her lower stomach hurt.

No enjoyment at all. There is only pain and unbearable pain. Moreover, Carlos pressed his shoulders to prevent him from moving much, causing bruises there.

“Dad, that's it. I don't …"

Chelsea widened her eyes as she avoided Carlos' kiss on her lips. How could it not be, her husband delivered a painful slap. Chelsea could also feel blood flowing from the corner of her lips.

This is not true, it is not romance, but rather coercion because Carlos is very rude. Dark eyes, no compassion at all. However, Chelsea didn't mind any of that because she knew it wasn't her husband, but the medicine Margaret had given her earlier.

Unable to feel it, Chelsea relaxed her whole body and let Carlos do whatever he wanted to her body. It doesn't matter that Carlos will have so many bruises all over his body, but Chelsea is sure that this will all be over.

Even though Carlos finished, Chelsea was unconscious. His body was completely crushed, shapeless again.

Carlos massaged his temples, his stomach felt uncomfortable, his head was throbbing with unbearable pain.

Slowly he sat up and looked around and he was surprised to see Chelsea sleeping next to him. His wife was still asleep, and there were bruises on her shoulders and wrists.

Don't forget that at the corner of Chelsea's lips there was also a wound and dry blood there. Carlos tried to remember what happened to Chelsea and himself last night to the point where his wife was in such a pathetic condition.

Carlos also removed the blanket that covered both of their bodies, plain without a single thread covering it. Their clothes were also scattered on the floor, who knows what kind of romance the two of them went through until Chelsea ended up like this. The bedcover no longer has any shape at all.

“Honey…” Carlos stroked Chelsea's cheek to wake her up. I swear for whatever reason the man couldn't wait for an answer from Chelsea because he felt something was wrong with him. Last night as long as he could remember, yesterday he and Chelsea were having a cold war but why was Chelsea beside him so early in the morning in an innocent state?

His body also had several bruises.

Chelsea blinked. A slight grimace moved his body to turn around. Indeed, last night Carlos was completely out of control, making Chelsea's body not only sick from fatigue but also from the violence that Carlos had done to her because she really couldn't serve her husband any longer.

However, the medicine given by Margareth made Carlos forget himself and had time to play hands with her. Carlos realized that he did this because, subconsciously, Chelsea was trying to understand and ignore all the pain her husband had caused.

“Why are you like this? What happened to me?” he asked immediately pointing at Chelsea with a few questions, even though his wife was trying to return to the real world.

Chelsea shook her head. “I don't understand either, Daddy. Why last night played hands with me because I refused. I refused because I was tired. I couldn't serve Daddy so Daddy went black and almost wanted to kill me.”