Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage
Crazyhead!

The return of Belle and Keenan. Rachel arrives at the hospital. By wearing pajamas without washing your face not even tidying up her hair. Rachel walked down the hospital corridor.

Not caring about the scornful gazes that people throw. The worry still filled the heart. As soon as I got the call from Cristian Rachel, I came.

It was as if anxiety prompted him to leave immediately without having time to clean up. Don't know, should Rachel be happy or sad. Remembering Peter came home safe but with quite severe injuries.

"Miss!" Cristian greeted as he stood up from the seat, then lowered his head. Saluted.

"Where's my husband?" ask her with a worried face. Glassy eyes as if showing sadness.

"Sir Peter is inside miss!" without answering Rachel walked past Cristian and into the room.

As soon as the door opened Rachel fell silent on the spot. Devastated was his feeling when he saw Peter lying weakly with a deathly pale face. Still with closed eyes of course.

Rachel walked over, sat down next to the bed and wrapped her left hand tightly around Peter. Rachel shed her tears, not having the heart to see the condition of the husband.

"I'm alive, why are you crying?" peter's voice sounded soft. Waking up because of that tight hug. The joking intent even made Rachel angry. Rachel stood up and walked away from the bed.

"In times like these, can you still joke?" sorry to worry. He even came without changing clothes. Peter's bullshit is so annoying.

A light laugh rang out from Peter's lips. Astonished to find Rachel's rapidly changing attitude. "Cabin! don't stand away from me!"

Moving her index finger, telling Rachel to come closer. I felt called Rachel coming. Sitting back beside the bed, still with a hostile look.

"Hug me!" he changed his position to sit. However, the wound on his stomach was painful. Peter was lying down and grimacing in pain.

"Don't move first, your wounds have just been sewn!" rachel said firmly. Feeling guilty for being angry for no reason.

"You care about me it turns out!" petty Peter. However, widen his smile. It's good to have Rachel's attention.

"You're my husband, should I care about anyone else?" rachel Lips. Trying to make Peter jealous. "You want to die?"

They were silent for a moment before they finally laughed. Equally aware of having debated silly things just now.

"Now tell me who hurt you." Rachel grabbed a glass of water and drank it with a single gulp. The thirst for running.

"Who else if not Thomas!" answered. His face turned flat as if he did not mention Thomas by name.

"So my father's mortal enemy."

"You know what?" ask Peter. Looked at Rachel in wonder. He never told Thomas who and how to Rachel.

"of course. Dad told me about it once. Anyway I have to know who the bad guy who took my dad's wife is." Not saying the word mother. The pain is too great to make Rachel reluctant to admit her own mother.

"Have you eaten?" tanyakanya. Switching conversations. Rachel read the words next to Peter's feet. The patient is forbidden to eat and drink for twenty-four hours.

"The doctor forbid me to eat!" upset answer. The problem is that his stomach is hungry now. Peter hasn't eaten anything since last night.

"Oh, then you just take a break. I'll take a shower for a second!" Peter nodded. Let Rachel go to the bathroom. Before that Rachel called Dasha to send her clothes.There's no way Rachel's wearing these pajamas anymore.

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A moment passed, Rachel came out of the bathroom. He looked fresher than before. "Have you eaten?" it was Peter's turn to ask.

"It's over!" lie Rachel. Not wanting to be honest, afraid that Peter would get angry and punish him.

"really?" putting on a slanted smile, not more precisely a grin. Dasha told Peter that Rachel hasn't had breakfast. Not because Rachel wanted to be upset. It's just that Dasha didn't want her young lady to fall ill.

Rachel fell silent, speechless because of Peter's treatment. The man further provoked by sniffing his neck and biting his earlobe.

"Stop, alright I confess. I haven't had breakfast!" Rachel slaps Peter's hand, trying to break free.

Strange, Cristian said Peter was seriously injured. It seems like all of that is a lie. Look at this, even in a wounded state Peter can still pull him down.

"Why didn't you have breakfast earlier?" Rachel fell silent. Putting your head down with your mouth closed.

"Why silence?" still refraining from spouting laughter. Maybe Rachel's afraid of punishment. He was silent like a statue.

"I'm not hungry!" answer with a soft voice. Playing the thumb, it looks like Rachel is nervous now.

"Not hungry, can't it? listen to me Re. No matter how important your business is, you should leave a little time to eat. Remember, you're pregnant!" menasehati.

Chequek! rachel answered suddenly the door opened. Appears to Keenan and his small family. Belle stood at the back holding Abigail. Keenan was carrying two plastic bags filled with food.

"Sorry to interrupt your time." Belle said awkwardly. Didn't expect to see that indecent sight.

"Hahahaha no papa, I. me. we. "his mind suddenly stopped. Rachel could not speak her embarrassment.

"Not to be explained, we understand!" Belle. Cut out Rachel's sentence.

"Put the food down there, Kee. Then let's go!" whispered Belle. Do not want to interfere with the time of the couple.

"No-no, don't go. Let's eat together!" Rachel let go of Peter's embrace and took over the bag from Keenan's grasp.

Keenan and Belle cast glances at each other. Just a few moments later, they followed Rachel.

"My nephew!" Rachel was excited when she saw Abigail with her strange makeup.

"You carrying her?" bargain with Belle, then hand Abigail over to Rachel's lap. Rachel happily accepts, even Rachel would adopt Abigail if Keenan and Belle did not want to raise Abigail.

"What's wrong with you? why do you make Abigail like this." asked Rachel while looking at Abigail's round face covered in baby powder and four hairpins over her little head.

Belle breathed a heavy sigh, actually she wanted to fix her daughter's makeup. But Keenan forbade it and said that Abigail looked cute with the makeup.

"It wasn't me who was dating Abigail." occasionally glanced at Keenan through the tail of his eye. Trying to tell Rachel, Keenan is the one who court Abigail.

"If not you, then who is my brother?" still curious. Abigail looks adorable. However, people must have laughed at Abigail's face full of white powder.

Again Belle glanced at Keenan while close her lips. Holding laughter. However, the one who became the suspect was even indifferent. He showed a flat face as if he didn't care.

Abigail's daughter, willing to be groomed in any model is up to Keenan. Rachel had no right to comment let alone interfere.

"Look at Belle's glance, I'm sure that the one who fathered Abigail is old Keenan!" hood Peter. Follow me, can't wait to hear the spicy babble that Rachel will throw at Keenan.

"really?"throwing a look of disbelief at Keenan.

"You got a problem? Abigail is my daughter, so it's up to me to dress her up with any model!" sukul Keenan lazy.

"Basic crazy!" gunjing Rachel, glanced at Keenan with a scornful look.

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