After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Comfort
Althea rubbed her head on his strong chest. “Don’t say that.”

Althea closed her eyes and just felt her husband’s warmth for a while, before tilting her head up to look at him. “Do you think he’ll hate me if he finds out?”

The thought broke her heart a little. Although they drifted apart, Beanie was still a good childhood friend of hers—an important part of her happy memories.

Garan sneered, looking at the direction of the adjacent house where Beanie stayed. “He dares!” He said, firm, and then he looked down at his precious wife with a comforting smile.

“Although a lot has changed these years, Beanie’s core is the same. He may feel a little resentful at first, but he’ll get over it.” He didn’t want to lie to her and simply comforted her, placing his huge palm on her head. “Don’t worry about him.”

Althea pursed her lips, wondering if he was just saying that to make her feel better. “You’re not saying this to comfort me right? If you were in his position—”

She stopped herself immediately, recalling the extreme reaction he had when she said something similar before.

She paled and looked at her husband, who had a dark expression on his face. His eyes were reddish in anger and his jaw was clenched. She shifted and supported her weight on him with her arms, looking down at him with wide eyes.

She placed her soft palm on his clenched jaw, comforting. “I didn’t mean it that way—”

Garan was indeed very angry, but he saw how her doe eyes were wide in apprehension and his heart was struck, realizing how bad this was.

His own wife shouldn’t be scared of him or his reactions. She shouldn’t be walking on eggshells.

So, he just heaved a deep breath, gently pulling her back to rest against him. “Hmm, I know.” He said, voice croaking a bit, but his hold on her went a bit tighter.

He had been refusing to think in that direction, but his wife wasn’t helping.

It didn’t help that he was a bit drunk.

Garan’s eyes darkened and he rolled them over, with him hovering over her. He leaned down and captured her lips, intent on feeling her physically with his whole being.

His hand moved from the side of her face, to her curvaceous spine, and creeping down and stopping at that soft mountain climb just above her buttocks.

His head slid down to meet her dainty neck, placing chaste kisses to her ears, before capturing her lips again for a heated kiss.

He needed to feel her heat while she needed his comfort. Even if it was just a kiss, it meant the world as long as they were beside each other.

Their lips parted after sufficiently releasing some tension, with Garan resting his forehead on hers. The two of them stayed peacefully like this for a while, letting the moon be their only source of light.

However, Garan was a virile young man with the love of his life in his arms. How could he not push it?

But Garan still knew it was best to go slow and make her relax. His eyes opened and saw hers closed, relaxing, simply feeling his presence above her.

It was not easy not to do anything.

He couldn’t. Not after suffering for all those months.

So Garan began to sample her again. Even, pushing his luck a bit more, he lifted her shirt up above her head so she was left in her underwear. His eyes darkened as he dipped his head, tasting her supple skin.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulder as he did so, humming in comfort as she unconsciously rubbed against him, sending electricity down his groin.

She moaned as she felt his hot tongue leave wet traces on her skin, focusing on her erogenous zones.

It was slow and sensual and he didn’t do anything more, just as Althea needed at this time.

“I just feel… so bad for him. His wife and his daughter… gone, just like that,” she said, massaging his head in encouragement. He lifted his head to speak to her.

“We’ll handle him together,” he said, looking at her with glazed eyes. “As husband and wife.”

She nodded, guiding his face back to where it was and Garan happily cooperated.

“Husband…” she mumbled softly as she tilted her head to give him better access of her neck, one or her favorite areas. “The babies still didn’t have names.”

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Garan paused and raised his head, giving her a weird look.

‘You’re bringing this up now?’

Althea’s lips twitched and placed her hand on the side of his handsome face, caressing it. “I was actually late in bringing this up, you know.”

This was brought up out of nowhere because she couldn’t stop thinking about Beanie’s unborn child.

“Don’t the children already have names?” He asked her. They had been calling them Meatball and Pepper so far.

Garan clearly didn’t have a naming sense either for him to think those were serious names. Anyway, as long as it was a name given by his wife, he thought it sounded good.

“Those are nicknames!” She said, pinching his cheek. Oops, he’s growing stubbles again.

Garan smiled fondly in understanding. “Did you want to wait for me?”

She nodded cutely. “I wanted to wait for you.”

“The names they already have are really good though,” he said, about to lean back in. She stopped him by holding his forehead with her palm, and it stretched his face a bit.

He looked quite funny like this.

She held back her smile and looked at him seriously. “Don’t you know names reflect the parents’ wish? Do you seriously want them to think we named them after food?”

Garan blinked, realizing the importance.

So he gave her a small smile. “Okay,” he said, “Let’s give our children formal names.”

He smiled.

“We have a lot of hope for them, after all.”