Leanna-Chapter 182: [Epilogue 3.1]

Upon seeing this, Agnes’s lips quirked in a smirk. "Is she your wife? Isn’t she a bit . . . fat?"

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The onlooker’s legs quaked. Even the presenter held onto the board when his legs gave way. Right now, no one dared to even blink as their eyes popped from their sockets in disbelief. Their mouth, hanging open, yet no words came out, only the rumbling of their anxious hearts.

Does this woman have a death wish?!

"C-Cain . . ."

Amidst the tense, horror-like atmosphere, the little bunny’s muffled sob resonated like an eerie cry in a desolate foggy forest.

Leanna faced her husband with her big watery eyes, flushed face, quivering lips, and sniffling cute nose. She looked like someone had stolen her candy.

"C-Cain, s-she said I’m . . . FAT! *sob . . . she said . . . *sob . . . I’m fat!"

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The people in the room shivered so hard they might fall from their chair. The air felt like frost, stuck in their throat, piercing their lungs, freezing their entire organs.

Cain’s pupils constricted and softened, again and again, conflicted if he wanted to kill everyone or wanted to give love to his wife first.

His love for his wife reigned supreme!

Not even shifting his eyes away from his dear beloved wife even for a second, he said in gnashed teeth.

"Dismissed."

Cain didn’t have to say it twice as everyone stumbled on their feet to get away from the boardroom. Some even supported one another out of the room. Their legs were shaking from both fear and relief that they were dismissed.

Cain scooped Leanna and entered a private room. He didn’t even glance at the stunned woman seated beside him. From start to finish, he didn’t give a single spec of attention.

In the private room that used to be Cain’s sleeping quarters, it was turned into Leanna’s storage room of her things to keep her from being bored. From valuable objects like rare stones, artifacts, paintings, bags, jewelry, costumes down to childish things like dollhouses and toys.

"Cain *sob . . . s-she called me fat!"

Leanna sob as she rubbed her teary face against her husband’s clothes.

"Shhh . . . It’s not true, my love . . ."

Cain’s heart tightened and at the same time, swelled upon gazing at her wife.

She’s so adorable!

"No . . . no . . . I’m too fat . . ."

Leanna shook her head, not meeting her husband’s gaze.

Cain sat at the edge of the bed, the one place that was left clean amidst the clutter of things inside the room. He gently placed Leanna on his lap and rocked her back to sleep.

"That’s not true . . . you’re just . . . plump . . . at the moment."

"No! *sob . . . *sob . . . I’m too fat! That’s why you don’t want me anymore!"

Leanna howled as she rubbed her eyes. Her voice croaked as her pinkish nose sniffled.

Cain could no longer hold himself at the sight of her and embraced her tight.

"That’s not true! You know it’s dangerous for us to make love."

Leanna hit her husband’s chest in a futile attempt to get out of his embrace.

"No! No! NO! The doctor said it’s fine! Liar! Don’t lie to me!"

Cain realized that Leanna had gone to tantrum mode, and there was only one solution to appease his rampant wife.

"Shhh . . . My love, how about we eat chocolates with lots of almonds?"

Cain held Leanna in a tight embrace, also being careful not to use too much force as he swayed her body in a gentle rhythm.

"No! I don’t want it! I don’t!"

"Then how about ice cream or milkshake and cake?

Cain continued to coo and lulled Leanna to sleep. After a while, his wife calmed down, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Leanna hiccupped and sniffled for some time before she snuggled herself in Cain’s warmth.

"I want . . . chocolate . . . with lots of nuts . . ."

"En. What else, my love?"

"I want . . . milkshake and cake . . . with lots of creams."

"En. And . . . ?"

Leanna grasped her husband’s clothes and dug her face into Cain’s chest, looking all shy.

"I-I want . . . I want fruits . . . Mangoes . . . Avocados, grapes, and . . . and . . . I want a white tiger . . . a polar bear, a penguin, a panda, and . . . a jaguar . . ."

Cain rubbed his cheek against his wife’s soft hair as he continued to coax her.

"Yes, yes . . . Anything you want, my love . . ."

"Mmm . . . and . . ."

Leanna bit her lips, a bit hesitant. She hid her reddened face against Cain’s chest.

". . . And . . . I want a . . . dragon, and a phoenix, and . . . a . . . a . . . *yawn . . . achunpandabra . . ."

Cain stared at his sleeping wife, and that was when he breathed the air he didn’t know he held. It was a good thing that he knew how to soothe her tantrum at an early stage.

If he didn’t . . .

He grimaced.

Ever since Leanna’s pregnancy, he didn’t dare leave her out of his sight even for a second. Her safety became the utmost importance to the point it turned excessive the moment he knew she was carrying a boy and a girl inside her belly. So much so he wouldn’t even leave her during bathing times while he brought her everywhere he went. Any business travels were all canceled and discussed inside his office with his wife in his line of sight –– always.

But there was one time when his eyes did leave her. It was during their visit to his in-laws. Actually, he turned around for a minute to get a basket of mangoes for her, and when he went back to her, he found her on the dirt with tears and mucus on her face as her hands thumped on the ground. At that time, he still didn’t know how to soothe her tantrums, so it had gotten a whole day for her to calm down with the help of not only his in-laws but all the people present. It even went out of hand when she ran towards the street and shouted she would kill herself.

I swear . . . I had died multiple times back there.

Cain sighed before he tucked his wife on the bed. He kissed her forehead and gently caressed her hair before his pupils constricted and turned cold.

"Withdrew all dealings and cut all relations with the Ambross."

At the corner of the room, Cedrick nodded before he went out. It was too much to destroy a family just because of a careless slip of the tongue. But Cedrick knew it was already considered mercy to let the people off.

Who told them to call young mistress fat? They certainly have a death wish.

"Get everything my wife requested. I want them here the moment she wakes up."

Cain gently stroke his sleeping wife’s cheeks, not sparing a look at Russell, who stayed rooted at the corner of the room.

Russell wanted to cry and shout, but it was all useless. His young master had already gone down the path of no return.

Russell went out of the room looking aggrieved and dejected.

Where the hell will I find a dragon and a phoenix?! And what the fuck is an achunpandabra?!

*LaChupakabra