The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 119

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Cameron wrapped himself around Rosalic, draping his weight over her to show his dissatisfaction.

“Matriarch, why does Micah get to skip building a house?”

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Micah shot Cameron a sidelong look, picked him up with one hand, set him aside, and took his place behind Rosalic.

Rosalie ruffled the fox’s head. “Micah’s health still isn’t stable. I need to keep an eye on him.”

Cameron curled his lip, muttered an “Oh,” and dropped the subject.

Once the schedule was set, everyone dispersed. Gael and Julien lingered and came over to Rosalie.

Gael bumped his head against her shoulder like a cat. “Matriarch, why didn’t you put Julien and me on the same day?”

Julien stood silently beside him, tacitly agreeing.

“You two are going to be living here for a while. It’s not easy to blend into a new household.

“This way, you each get time to get to know everyone.”

Gael’s eyes went wide and watery like a kitten’s. Rosalie’s heart went soft-it was like looking at poor Sixto again.

She could only compromise. “All right. Get used to it for a while first. If it really doesn’t work, we’ll adjust later.”

Gael leaned in and planted a sweet-smelling kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, Matriarch!”

Watching Gael’s retreating back, Rosalie asked in her mind, “System, is there any way to reattach Gael’s tail properly?”

“His tail was severed. It cannot regrow.”

Rosalie hesitated, then asked, “If I can find him a tail, can you attach it for him?”

“Yes. Purchase Bone-Fusion Elixir. Only 50 coins.”

More money. Of course.

Rosalie wanted to cry, but had no tears left. She still owed Gael and Julien 300 coins and had to

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pay the builders daily. Everywhere she turned, something needed money.

She sighed. She really had to make more money, fast.

With construction in full swing, Rosalie spent every morning at the rice shop, only to be forcibly dragged home by Micah at midday for a nap.

Ever since they’d learned she was pregnant, all her husbands had been guarding her fiercely- especially Micah, who wouldn’t let her touch anything remotely dangerous.

If Rosalie so much as picked up a knife to chop vegetables, Micah would whisk it out of her hand with a pleasant smile and gently shove her out of the kitchen.

At noon, he practically stood guard over her nap. If any husband dared get too close, hoping to cuddle, Micah would throw him straight out of the room.

After being tossed out for the umpteenth time, Cameron stood at the door, hands on his hips, yelling in outrage.

“Matriarch, how does Micah look even remotely sick to you?

“He’s totally faking being weak!”

Bang!

The door flew open. Micah stood there, face frosty, and tossed a pile of wild fruit into Cameron’s arms.

“The Matriarch is pregnant,” Micah said icily. “Stop bringing her these unwashed, dubious things.”

“You-!”

Cameron stared down at the fruit he’d painstakingly picked, then glared up at Micah, grinding out, “The baby in her belly is my child too. Don’t get cocky so soon!”

Bang!

The door slammed shut right in his face. Cameron hopped madly in the courtyard, fuming, while Micah stayed inside with their Matriarch, all gentle affection.

That morning, Rosalie stayed at the rice shop longer than usual. There was no making it home for her

nap, so she headed up to the second floor of House of Delicacies instead to grab some sleep.

Ever since she’d taken up with Gael, the hall had become one of Rosalie’s regular haunts.

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The second-floor room was layered with thick animal pelts. At midday, when sunlight poured through the windows, it turned into the warmest, coziest spot for a nap.

Today, Gael was home, chopping wood. Only Julien was in the hall.

Micah couldn’t very well throw the owner out of his own place, so Julien was allowed to stay in the room.

She’d gotten used to napping lately, and once noon rolled around, Rosalie’s eyelids started fighting to stay open.

Julien lay beside her and said softly, “Matriarch, if you’re sleepy, just sleep.”

Through the haze of drowsiness, Rosalie glimpsed Micah standing off to the side. Her brain didn’t connect, and the words slipped right out. “Micah, come nap with us, too.”

He always lay down with her at noon anyway. To Rosalie, nothing about that invitation felt the least bit strange.

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