Mommy，We Got a Husband
Chapter 161 Who Will Save Me?

Another round of intimate contact.

After it ended, Galatea lay in Alaric's arms, panting heavily. She felt damp again and was covered in sweat.

"I feel like I need another shower after this." Galatea quipped.

"If you want, I can join you for another shower."

"I don't want now." Galatea felt completely drained, not wanting to move at all.

"Do you have any contraceptives here?" Galatea suddenly asked.

Alaric was surprised, then said helplessly, "I don't have those here. You mentioned it was safe, period, so you shouldn't need contraceptives."

"The safe period isn't foolproof. I'm afraid I might get pregnant." Galatea kicked Alaric and ordered, "Hurry up and go buy them for me."

"Why are you so afraid of getting pregnant?" Alaric curiously asked.

"You're the curious one, not me." Galatea commanded again, "Just go out and buy them now!"

"Alright, I'll go buy them." Alaric had no choice but to get up and put on his clothes, and as he did, he said, "You're a doctor. You should know better than me that contraceptives aren't good for your health." "Since you know that, then take precautions next time, okay?"

"Okay."Alaric could only nod helplessly.

After saying that, Alaric got dressed and went out. Watching him leave, Galatea looked at herself, then couldn't help but blush and smile shyly.

So this is what intimate contact feels like, she had never experienced it before, and it was quite comfortable.

With that thought, Galatea's neck turned red, she quickly scolded herself, "Galatea, stop thinking nonsense, stop it!"

After reminding herself, Galatea forced herself to close her eyes. By the time Alaric returned with the contraceptives, he found Galatea already asleep.

Alaric indulgently smiled, climbed back into bed, and embraced Galatea.

Watching her sleep peacefully, Alaric lightly kissed her forehead and whispered, "Galatea, rest assured, I will protect you. I won't let you become another Rowena."

With that, Alaric closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Harry couldn't sleep because Mrs. Marigold was staring at him with infinite dote.

Mrs. Marigold gazed at Harry intently.

Harry glanced at the bed just added to his room, his face showing resistance.

"Grandma, are you really planning to sleep in the same room with me tonight?"

"Of course, your dad Alaric said he's been busy at the company and won't be coming back, so it's up to me to take care of you. If I'm taking care of you, I'll do it well. What if you feel unwell at night and there's no one around to help?" "My dear grandma, I'm not a three-year-old child. If I'm really in pain, I'll call for help. I'm not mute, nor am I a fool."

"You are a super genius, and you're not a fool. I am just taking better care of you. Don't worry, I won't disturb your sleep."

Harry sighed deeply. Who will save me?

Mrs. Marigold's love was suffocating him.

Harry even missed the days when she used to criticize him.

"No room for negotiation?"

"When you're completely better, I won't sleep here anymore." Mrs. Marigold said.

With another sigh, Harry gave up struggling.

"I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight, grandma." After saying that, Harry covered his head with the blanket and closed his eyes.

Sleep, sleep!

Seeing Harry asleep, Mrs. Marigold lay down on the bed next to him, turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Mrs. Marigold soon started having nightmares.

In the dream, Stellan Storm was covered in blood, reaching out with blood-stained hands, accusing Mrs. Marigold, "Mom, you have a cruel heart. I didn't deceive you, but you wrongly accused me, causing me to lose my life in vain. I called you mom, but you wanted my life. Give me back my life."

"Grandma!"

Then, two children appeared behind Stellan, also covered in blood, their cries making Mrs. Marigold anxious.

"Grandma, we are your grandchildren, but you caused our deaths. We didn't even get to see the world. We're so pitiful, Grandma."

"Give me back our life!"

"Grandma, I feel so painful, grandma!"

"Ah, ah!"

At this point, Mrs. Marigold woke up in terror from the nightmare, her scream startling Harry, who quickly opened his eyes and turned on the bedside lamp. Seeing Mrs. Marigold looking terrified, sweating profusely.

The room was filled with screams from Mrs. Marigold.

"You said you wouldn't disturb my sleep, but you almost scared me."Harry commented.

But Mrs. Marigold seemed completely absorbed in her thoughts, consumed by fear and the nightmare.

Seeing Mrs. Marigold like this, Harry was taken aback, wondering if she was simply having a nightmare or if a ghost possessed her.

Harry slowly got out of bed, approached Mrs. Marigold, and called out. "Grandma."

"Ah!"

Startled by Harry's call, Mrs. Marigold was frightened once again, nearly giving Harry a heart attack.

Without Mrs. Marigold needing to call out, this time it was Harry who shouted, "Doctor, doctor!"

Upon hearing the shout, the doctor on standby hurried in and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Knight Junior? Is the wound hurting?"

"No, it's Mrs. Marigold." Harry pointed at Mrs. Marigold and said to the doctor, "Quickly, check if she's been possessed by a ghost; she screamed so loudly."

By now, Mrs. Marigold had calmed down a bit, realizing it was just a nightmare.

"No need to check anything. Just leave!" Mrs. Marigold snapped irritably at the doctor.

The doctor had no choice but to leave, leaving Mrs. Marigold and Harry alone in the room.

"Caspian, did I scare you?"Mrs. Marigold looked at Harry and asked.

"Yes."

"It's okay, it's okay." Mrs. Marigold comforted Harry and herself, "It was just a nightmare."

"What kind of nightmare scared you like this? They say if you haven't done anything wrong, you won't be afraid when evil knocks on your door. Your behavior just now seemed like a demon possessed you. Grandma, what happened? What did you do wrong?"Harry curiously asked.