Mommy，We Got a Husband

"What are you doing?" Galatea really felt like her body was completely under Alaric's control, unable to move even if she wanted to. "Let me go quickly, and I'll get you some medicine so you can recover faster."

"I'm lying. I've already taken it." Alaric chuckled.

Galatea was really about to drive crazy, he was just too casual.

"Galatea, are you angry?" Because Alaric's voice was right by Galatea's ear, coupled with this posture, Alaric's words sounded particularly ambiguous.

"Not at all. You have to go to work tomorrow, so get some rest early tonight." Galatea pushed Alaric's hand away and said.

"It's still early." Alaric said, "I want to talk to you."

"Sure, Alaric, whatever you want to say, I'm listening." Galatea replied.

Upon hearing this, Alaric crossed his arms, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Galatea, asking, "In a romantic relationship, are you always so accommodating? Are you from a wealthy family? Why do you always yield to others, Galatea?"

Galatea didn't expect Alaric to suddenly bring up this topic.

"I find men are really strange. You want a gentle and virtuous woman, but you don't like her to lack personality or independence. You want her to have a career and take care of the family at the same time. A woman who is gentle and accommodating is not enough. Being willful and temperamental is also not allowed. You men are really hard to please!" Galatea replied.

Upon hearing Galatea's words, Alaric smiled again, and then that smile slowly melted. Alaric took on a particularly affectionate look.

"Galatea, I don't understand your past, but I know it's full of scars. I want to uncover your past, I want to know everything about you, but I can't bear to do it."

"My past is also full of wounds, which I try to conceal. I don't want anyone to see them, but now I'm willing to show you. I hope to become someone you can trust and who is important to you. I have a bad temper, and I'm used to giving orders to others, even in romantic relationships. This behavior pleases me, but it can inadvertently hurt you."

"I've reflected on this in recent days. It doesn't matter to me if I am with others, but I have to be more considerate towards those I care about. Galatea, I don't want you to sacrifice yourself. If you want to get angry with me, just do it."

"I may still struggle with my bad temper, I may still make you angry, but I swear I will protect you with my life, and I will always be loyal in marriage. Please believe me."

Alaric's heartfelt confession left Galatea at a loss. Galatea was truly blushing and embarrassed, and she asked Alaric. "Have you been drinking?"

Alaric was particularly helpless. He spoke so seriously to Galatea, and her response was to ask if he had been drinking.

"I'm perfectly sober, and I know what I'm saying." After Alaric finished speaking, he put away that gentle demeanor and then assertively placed Galatea on the bed. "Galatea, entrust your future life to me!"

Unable to resist Alaric's gentle demeanor, let alone his domineering attitude, Galatea didn't know what to do.

Just as Galatea was at a loss, Alaric kissed her lips again. Leaning against the soft mattress, in close contact with Alaric's chest, Galatea felt as if she was floating.

It was itchy, especially itchy, as if cat claws had scratched all over Galatea's body, causing goose bumps and making her feel itchy and uncomfortable.

With her eyes closed, Galatea felt as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only Alaric's lips, his gentle but forceful touch, and his warm but cool breath, immersing Galatea in an indescribable indulgence.

Galatea felt like she was falling into the sea, longing to reach the bottom to find a foothold for her body, but also afraid of falling to the bottom and perishing. She wanted to resist but also desired to continue, she wanted to refuse but honestly continue.

After a long time, Alaric released Galatea's lips. In that moment, Galatea blushed, her heartbeat was audible, as she opened her eyes to meet Alaric's gaze.

Feeling Alaric's hand slowly wandering downwards, Galatea became mentally sensitive.

"What are you going to do?"

"Be my true woman."

Alaric's words were clear. Upon hearing them, Galatea tightly gripped the bed sheets with her hands.

Seeing Galatea so nervous, Alaric said, "Your reaction makes me even more eager to conquer you." Although it was Alaric's fault, he blamed her.

Galatea still couldn't speak, feeling particularly restrained. Her body stiffened like a stone, unmoving.

"It's not coercion. You always have the right to say no in front of me." Alaric said gently to Galatea, "If you refuse, I'll just go to sleep now."

Alaric was shameless, actually leaving the choice to her. What was she supposed to do?

Galatea's breathing became erratic, staring at Alaric but still unable to say anything.

"Then I'll go to sleep." Thinking she had refused, Alaric was about to get up, but Galatea instinctively grabbed his arm, looking at Alaric with tightly bitten lips.

Alaric smiled. Galatea looked so innocent, even though she was already Harry and Elisa's mother.

"You agreed to this, so don't blame me."

Since Galatea had agreed, Alaric didn't hold back. The process that followed made Galatea feel like she was dreaming, an experience she had never had before. Afterward, Galatea was drenched in sweat.

Then, Galatea suddenly thought of a serious issue. Looking nervously at Alaric, she asked, "I won't pregnant, right?"

Seeing Galatea so anxious, Alaric couldn't help teasing her, "If you are, then it's perfect, we can have a baby of our own." Alaric wanted to have a child with her!

"No, I don't want to!" The thought of having a child made Galatea resist intensely, her reaction particularly strong.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Galatea so fearful, Alaric quickly sat up and pulled her into his arms.

"Do you want a child of our own? If you marry me, will you insist that I have another child for you?" Galatea asked gingerly.

If that's the case, Galatea would rather not marry Alaric!

"Galatea, what's wrong with you?" Alaric was puzzled.

"I'm scared."

Galatea was truly afraid. The experience of giving birth to Harry and Elisa was a near-death experience for her; the pain and fear of death were too terrifying, leaving Galatea with a serious psychological shadow. She would rather die than have another child..