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"Ugh..." Dean squirmed and squinted at Bryana who was smiling at him. "Why?"

"It's okay. If you're still sleepy, you just sleep. It's still very early and you need Aidyn to accompany you," Bryana exclaimed with a smile rubbing Dean's cheek.

"I need a French kiss before you go," Dean whispered, his eyes still drooping.

Bryana obeyed Dean's wishes. She brought her face forward until her lips met her husband's until a few moments later she let go.

"I lived first. if he cries, follow me in the room," she cried.

"Okay, I'll take care of it," Dean said, embracing Aidyn's tiny body again, sometimes kissing her out of excitement, while Bryana immediately got out of bed, put her clothes back on, and then walked out of her son's room.

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Elsewhere, Elsa feels uneasy because it's been three months since she kicked Alex out, she's never seen him again or heard about him. although annoyed because of his cheating attitude, she couldn't deny that she missed her husband, especially since there were children among them who needed a father figure.

"I don't know where to look for him, because neither his family in London knows nor has any news from him. Is he hiding behind Carlos?"

Elsa looked deep in thought and remembered the morning fight before she kicked Alex out, Alex said he had worked with Carlos.

The reddish-haired woman with an Asian face immediately got up from the bed and grabbed her smartphone which was on the table near the sofa. She tried to find information about Carlos on Instagram and found the whereabouts of his address.

"I'd better go to his office this afternoon, I have to ask him about Alex," Elsa muttered then put her phone back down. she rushed out of the room to the nursery to see how her son was being taken care of by the babysitter, because she was busy modeling for an adult magazine.

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By six o'clock in the morning, Bryana was already tidy because she had taken a shower. she wore a blue knee-length dress combined with a shirt top with a wide chest of cream color. The woman was sitting on the dressing table chair while polishing her face with makeup.

Check.

Dean entered the room, immediately approached Bryana who was decorating herself. he smiled crookedly at his wife who still paid attention to her appearance on the sidelines of her busy life taking care of a baby without a babysitter.

"Is Aidyn not awake yet?" Bryana asked as she carved a brown eyebrow pencil into her slightly hairy brows.

"He's being invited by mommy to the garden next to the house," Dean replied then hugged Bryana from behind.

"Are you going to the office today?" Bryana asked.

"Hmm, I have a meeting with a client from Thailand," Dean replied, leaning his chin on Bryana's shoulder, occasionally kissing her cheek. "You're so beautiful, where are you going?"

"To the dermatologist," Bryana replied casually.

"What for?" asked Dean, frowning. He looked at Bryana's face, trying to find a pimple or black spot but couldn't find it. Then, what is the purpose of his wife to the dermatologist?.

"I want to disguise the scars from the Caesarean section because the doctor has allowed it. Starting tomorrow I can also start sports, yoga, restore my slim body shape," explained Bryana.

"You're already perfect in my eyes. you don't need to bother going to the dermatologist," said Dean then kissed Bryana's cheek, which smelled of powder, even his wife's scent was very fragrant, intoxicating, making him reluctant to be away from her.

Bryana sighed, getting up until Dean had to let go of his arm. she looked up at her stout husband and felt his finely hairy jaw. "Honey, even though this is perfect for you, I feel like I have to take care of it because it's been my habit for a long time."

Bryana turned to feel Dean's stocky chest. "Besides, if I get prettier, you'll like it. I won't look bad next to you."

"It's me who is bad because actually I just ride a good life with you. I'm a poor man, you know that, right?" Dean turned his head and walked towards the walk-in closet.

Bryana stared in surprise at Dean who was back to being self-deprecating. She followed her husband until he arrived at the walk-in closet just as he took off his pants and changed into a waist-length towel.

"Are you angry?" Bryan asked.

"No," Dean said without looking up.

"Then why are you acting like this by demeaning yourself? Haven't you let go of what happened in the past and forgave dad, accepting his property and mine as yours as well?" Bryana asked with a disappointed look. she was always scared and sad whenever Dean was indifferent to her.

Dean kept quiet and walked to the bathroom, then squirted foam into his jaw.

Bryana, who was impatient, entered the bathroom, blocking Dean who was in the mirror and was about to shave his beard. "Tell me what's wrong with you that you act like this? Is it because I was too busy taking care of Aidyn and ignored you, then you were angry with me? Didn't I serve you last night, made you satisfied? Or maybe ..."

Dean looked at Bryana with a gaze so cold. "What?"

Bryana looked at Dean with teary eyes. She barely recognized him because he was so cold, like when he was about to leave her a few months ago. "Don't think you're bored with me, then you'll leave me like you used to!"

Dean's gaze suddenly softened, then touched Bryana's lips which were already covered in peach-colored lipstick. "I'm fine. I'm not angry, and I will never leave you."

"Then why be so cold and indifferent?" Bryana asked groggily.

Instead of answering, Dean picked up Bryana and then sat her down on the sink table, then looked up and kissed her lips softly and said. "Happy birthday my wife."

"Are you doing a prank by pissing me off?" Bryan asked.

dean chuckled in his low voice, then pinched Bryana's nose. "I think so but I can't keep you upset for too long. Anyway, it's your birthday, I'll prepare something beautiful for you."

"I almost forgot my birthday," Bryana mumbled as she rubbed the area from her lips to her cheek that was foaming from Dean's jaw. Ugh, her husband just kissed her even though her jaw close to her lips was full of foam.

dean chuckled amusedly at Bryana who was angry only for her nonchalance which lasted only a few minutes. "It's okay to forget your date of birth, the most important thing is not to forget that you are my wife, the mother of my children. And I... I am grateful that you were born into this world with the line of destiny as my wife."

Bryana smiled with a rosy hue on her face like a boiled crab ready to eat. Dean's words made her so happy as if butterflies were flying in her head. she kissed her husband's lips again without caring that there would be an even foam in the area of ​​their lips and cheeks.