Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Building a New House

“White?

“Or gray?

“I hope it’s white!”

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Rosalie laughed. “Silly, you’re a snow fox. Of course, the pup will take after you.

“And the baby might not even be yours. It might pop out with a snake’s

guts

instead.”

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Cameron snorted, palm stroking her belly like it was the most precious thing in the world. “I just know it’s mine.”

Early the next morning, Rosalie carried a bowl of medicine into the room. Leon still lay there on the bed, eyes closed.

Rosalie took a sip, then leaned down to pass the medicine into Leon’s mouth.

Ever since the day she dragged him back from death, his heartbeat had returned.

Thanks to a beastman’s terrifying ability to heal, the deep, bone-baring wounds across his body had already closed, leaving only faint scars.

Rosalie fed him medicine twice a day and had the system check his body regularly, but nothing changed.

Lying there, he really did look like some cursed sleeping prince.

After she finished, Rosalie wiped the medicine from the corner of his lips and used a damp piece of hide to clean his face.

When she was done, she sat by the bed, holding Leon’s hand and muttering away.

“Reva and Ziven are both dead. I didn’t get hurt. You can relax.

“I even fixed Elijah’s tail. He can fan it again now. The other night, he fanned it at me and randomly announced he wanted to be my husband. I have no idea what wind got into his head.”

Rosalie told Leon everything that had happened while he’d been unconscious. She’d heard that talking to comatose patients might stimulate their nerves.

Leon lay there in silence. Rosalie went on gently, “There’s more good news. I found silkworms. Once they start spinning, I can make you new clothes, so hurry up and wake, okay?”

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Still, no movement. Rosalie guided his hand to rest over her belly and finally said, “Leon, I’m

pregnant.

“It’s been a month. Feel for yourself.”

Suddenly, she felt the hand on her stomach twitch.

Rosalie stared down in a daze as a clear tear slid from the corner of Leon’s eye and disappeared into the hair by his ear.

Realizing Leon could hear her, Rosalie lit up and rambled at him even more, full of joy.

But aside from that one reaction, he stayed lying there, motionless.

Disappointed, Rosalie lowered her gaze, picked up the bowl, and left the room.

A line of tall, imposing beastmen stood in front of Rosalie, each gripping a sharp axe.

Building silkworm houses wasn’t much different from building regular houses. They just needed a dry area.

Rosalie led a small team of beastmen through the forest. Cameron stalked between her and the others, fox eyes narrowed in constant vigilance.

Ever since Rosalie had taken in two more husbands, he’d been on edge, convinced some random vixen would jump out of nowhere to seduce their Matriarch.

Rosalie could only look helpless, but she let him fuss.

Soon enough, they found a clearing behind a towering mulberry. The huge trees were spaced far

apart, their dense leaves forming a broad swath of natural shade.

A house would fit perfectly between each cluster of mulberries.

Rosalie nodded in approval, and the beastmen scattered to their tasks.

They were all seasoned lumber-and-building hands in the tribe, with a clear division of labor. They could pull up a small hut in about two days.

While they worked, Rosalie went back home, gathered all her husbands, and made a big

announcement.

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