My Beastly Husband

Misunderstanding
Translated by Ada
Edited by Ada

Chelsea got anxious and pulled her into his arms. Grabbing her chin, he looked her straight in the eyes and asked with a frown, “Where are you moving to? What’s in the way this time?”

“Wherever I want, as long as it’s not in the way of you and Philo,” Moussa shouted furiously.
“You better tell me exactly what’s going on.” Chelsea had not slept all night, and he had come back to this nonsense that she had to leave home. He could not help but be a little annoyed at her angry tone.

Seeing that he had obviously done something wrong and was still justifiably mean to her, Moussa was aggrieved that her tears fell involuntarily.

She said with great emotion, “You don’t have to be mean to me. If you want to stay with Philo, I won’t pester you shamelessly. Just say the word, and I’ll leave right away.”

Chelsea got a headache from her brainless words and asked in a cold voice, “When did I say I wanted to be with Philo? Who did you hear that from?”
“What else do you need to say? What did you do last night? You know it yourself.” Moussa looked up and glared at him.

“What did I do last night? I was patrolling around the village. What does this have to do with Philo?” Chelsea didn’t know what was going on in her little head.

“Er …… you were patrolling around the village last night?” Moussa looked a bit dumbfounded. This, how could it not be quite the same as she thought? But why did he come back and refuse to hug her? Moussa thought so and said it out loud.
Chelsea laughed at her words and shook his head helplessly. “You’re making a lot of noise for this? I stayed out all night, and my body was cold. I wanted to warm it up before I hugged you. What’s wrong, little thing? You want me to hug you so badly that you can’t wait for a while. Let me see if it’s wet.” Chelsea said as he reached to her dress and pushed down.

“No, don’t do that.” Moussa was already ashamed. She didn’t think she had misunderstood and overreacted to make such a big fool of herself. But the reason she overreacted was that she had no confidence in herself. After all, she was considered unusual here, and women’s advantages had turned out to be disadvantaged.

Even that advantage of high fertility that the elders said did not manifest itself. She had been here for almost a year, and Ivy got pregnant before she could. She began to wonder if she was barren. After all, Moussa and Chelsea made love every night and did not do any contraceptive measures. For so long, she was not able to get pregnant, which was too abnormal.

This extreme lack of confidence, coupled with the fact that Chelsea and Philo had been very close in the past few days, caused her to be in a state of uncertainty.
Chelsea’s big hand went in between her legs. Moussa hurriedly put her legs together and clamped them, then reached out to pull him. Blushing, she lowered her head and whispered, “You’ve been tired all night. Hurry up and get some sleep.”

“No hurry. I’m tired, but I also have to feed you first so that someone won’t have to run away from home.” Chelsea smiled evilly and blew his hot breath in Moussa’s ear.

“Husband, I was wrong… please give me a break.” Moussa was afraid he would do what he said and hurriedly begged for mercy in a soft voice.

“You are wrong. Where are you wrong, tell me?” Chelsea’s fingers were tapping at Moussa’s entrance, threatening her with a long drive to clean her up if what she said did not satisfy him.