How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 250. Symptoms (1)

Time flew by like an arrow.

In an instant, several months had passed, and Annette’s slender abdomen had grown quite round. Liza asked a few questions.

“Do you have any headaches? Numbness in your toes?”

“No,” Annette shook her head. “Sometimes my toes go numb for a little while at night…”

But not for long. Every night, she shared a bed with Raphael, a Master of Swords. The instant he sensed any change in the circulation to her extremities, he immediately woke up to massage them.

It was not allowed to be a problem. Seeing the unconcern in her face, Liza moved on.

“Do you have any nausea? Any indigestion or vomiting?”

“No, I eat normally,” Annette replied, her cheeks flushing. She had gained weight over the last few months. She had looked elegant when she was thin, but her beauty had truly bloomed as her face filled out.

Liza laughed, relieved.

“It sounds like the baby wants to help its mother. It isn’t often that pregnancy makes a woman more healthy.”

Liza was right. Annette’s appetite had improved greatly, once she became pregnant. She had always eaten like a bird, but she was always hungry now, and as she put on her weight, her previous physical frailty had vanished. Her health was perfect, and her face was as round and smooth as a peach.

“You are in excellent condition. I think you will not have any difficulty with the birth,” Liza pronounced, to a faint sigh from behind Annette. She did not dare to look back at the sigher.

“Our son is in good health, Raphael,” Annette said, looking back at him with a smile. “I am so happy.”

Any change in the baby made Raphael ten times more uneasy. At the beginning of her pregnancy, Raphael had been the one suffering from nausea. Though he was a Master of Swords, inside, he was just like any other person. Though he could normally devour three steaks in a single sitting, he had been so anxious, he couldn’t even eat. He had lost so much weight, Annette had had to threaten him.

“Are you going to keep doing this?” she had demanded. “You’re going to make me nervous, too. If you keep picking at your food every meal, I won’t eat with you anymore.”

Raphael’s anxiety level was so high, Annette couldn’t afford to be anxious herself. And with that ultimatum, Raphael had no choice but to force down his food, resigned.

But he was definitely thinner than he had been before.

Raphael’s handsome face had become much more angular before. Anyone who saw it would think he was the one who was pregnant.

Looking at the sharp cut of his jawline, Annette sighed. She appreciated Raphael’s worry for her, but he was going to die before the baby arrived at this rate.

“Raphael, let’s have dinner together.”

“Hmm?”

She stroked his cheek with her small hand, and Raphael closed his eyes at the caress, like a well-tamed wild beast. Then he followed her to the dining room.