Part 93

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The man again bit both of Chelsea's lips. He knew what had to be done so that his wife would forgive him for a mistake he didn't make.

“Smelly Daddy.” Chelsea rubbed her chest. Several times she felt nauseous, smelling the perfume wafting from Carlos' body.

"Smell?" Carlos kissed the shirt he was wearing. "No. Smells as usual. The perfume you chose that time.”

“But it smells.” Chelsea brought her face closer again. He felt nauseous again because of the smell.

Instead of making a fuss, Carlos took off his shirt.

"If it's like this?"

“Emmm…” Chelsea moved closer. “Not bad. Come on, open your mouth," he asked. Tilted his head and embraced Carlos' nape. Continuing what they were doing earlier.

Chelsea, who had lost her pajamas, of course felt guilty if she didn't finish. She wanted to and only then would she release her husband to the office.

Carlos felt Chelsea's back. Removing the hook there, two circles came out that were getting denser. The tip feels even more open and tempting.

"It just feels like it's getting chewier," Carlos whispered. Cupping the two circles that no longer fit in his grasp. Sweeping Chelsea's neckline, so that diet can be allocated this afternoon.

"Daddy likes it?"

"Of course," said Carlos. Comparing Chelsea and letting go of anything that hinders him from enjoying every inch of his wife's smooth skin.

Likewise with him. Carlos removed the remaining clothes, without taking his eyes off Chelsea. It's okay to be a little late, the important thing is that he can serve his wife.

“Sir… Miss…”

"According to you?" complained Carlos. When he crushed Chelsea, the sound of a knock accompanied by a cry echoed. Before heading to the top, of course Carlos had to ask his wife for her opinion first.

“Open it first, Dad. I'm afraid it's important. But don't wear those clothes from earlier, they stink."

"You just exist." Carlos covered Chelsea before getting out of bed. He complied with his wife's wishes to take new clothes from the wardrobe.

“Sir, sorry to interrupt.”

Carlos tried to look normal when the household assistant came face to face with him. Carlos acted as if he and Chelsea weren't doing anything in the room.

“Me what, Auntie? Why such a rush?”

“That, sir. "Miss Alexa fainted in the room."

“W-what? Where's Vano?"

"Mr Vano has left for the office after arguing with Miss Alexa."

"Oh my... that child." Carlos hurriedly went to find Alexa; he didn't want anything bad to happen to his daughter-in-law. Behind Carlos, his maid followed closely, while Chelsea, who had heard the middle-aged woman's remarks, quickly packed her things to catch up with her husband.

She was just as upset as Carlos when she learned that Alexa had been unwell before. She couldn't fathom what else was on her stepson's mind, to the point that he didn't even prioritize his own wife's feelings.

"Are you okay, Alexa?" Carlos asked as soon as he entered her room.

Alexa seemed to be lying on the bed. "I'm okay, Dad. Just a slight headache left," she replied weakly. Alexa's face looked pale, and beads of sweat were glistening on her forehead, even though the air conditioning was quite cold.

"Let's go to the hospital to make sure of your condition."

"No need, Dad. I'm really fine. I already took some medicine earlier. As you know, I'm a future doctor, so of course, I can treat myself," she said playfully, trying to reassure Carlos not to worry.

"You can't do that; even doctors need other doctors to treat them. Now, we're going to the hospital. I'll call your mom first to help you get ready."

"Dad, please..."

"Don't argue like that, Alexa. If something bad happens to you, both of us will never forgive ourselves," Chelsea interrupted, rushing to Alexa's side in her room.

Chelsea didn't look well either after running. She felt very uncomfortable, especially in her lower abdomen. She felt cramps, a sharp pain.

"What's wrong, dear?"

"I don't know, Dad. I was fine earlier, but after I ran a bit to get here, I felt something strange in my body. Especially in this lower abdomen," she explained, grimacing as she squeezed the area that felt cramped and stabbing.

"Aunt, tell the driver to prepare the car; I'll take Alexa and Chelsea to the hospital." Carlos hugged Chelsea to prevent her from falling.

The housekeeper nodded quickly and ran to the terrace, asking the driver for help to get Alexa into the car because Vano wasn't home. With great reluctance, the housekeeper accompanied Carlos to the hospital to take care of Chelsea and Alexa.

It was indeed very troublesome to take care of two sick women at the same time, but Carlos tried to give his best for his wife and daughter-in-law. Alexa and Chelsea were both taken to the emergency room for further examination.

"How are they both doing?" Carlos murmured to himself, hoping that there was nothing serious happening to the two women he cared for.

Carlos also hoped that Alexa's illness was just a common fever and that Chelsea's condition was merely due to fatigue. While waiting, Carlos tried to reach Vano, who he said was now at the office. If he weren't in such a worried state, he would have scolded and berated his son for making his own wife fall ill.

"Vano, I don't care how important your job is at the office; all I want is for you to come here right now because Alexa is in the hospital. What kind of husband are you, leaving your wife sick and even arguing with her before going to work!" Chelsea scolded, not allowing Vano to speak first.

"W-what? Alexa is sick, Dad?" Vano interjected, not allowing Carlos to continue his reprimand.

"Don't ask too many questions; just get to the hospital right now."

Without any further words, Vano quickly ended the call and rushed out of the meeting room. He was worried now that he heard about Alexa being in the hospital. He also felt guilty for neglecting Alexa's complaints of headaches and vomiting earlier.

Vano felt that Alexa was too sensitive and easily carried away by her emotions. She had been crying a lot lately, even though their issues were quite trivial, like this morning's argument about a towel she mistakenly thought had been moved.

Vano had promised not to have any further contact with Amber, but his wife didn't want to hear that at all. She still suspected him. It was the height of Vano's patience, and he had yelled. Alexa was complaining of pain, but he didn't care.

With all the guilt now mixed into his heart, Vano drove his car as fast as he could to get to the hospital and see his wife's condition for himself.