The next evening, he asked the chef to cook chicken feet for his wife.


    He held the te in his hand and walked upstairs. When he pushed the door open, Debbie was


    reading a book


    The aroma of the food instantly drew her attention. She put down the book and eximed, “Chicken


    feet! Are they spicy?”


    “No! You can’t eat spicy:


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    She pulled a long face and snapped, “You did it on purpose. You know I like spicy food.”


    “You shouldn’t eat spicy food when you’re pregnant,” Carlos exined patiently.


    Debbie looked at the chicken feet, swallowed hard and pretended to be angry at him.


    “Carlos! Go to the corner and reflect on your mistake!” she said, pointing to a corner of the room


    To her surprise, Carlos walked to the corner without saying a word in protest.


    Debbie had no reason to make it difficult for him. After a while, she sighed and looked at Carlos, who


    was standing in the corner with his hands in his pockets.


    “Come here and eat with me,” she said.


    Carlos rubbed his temples and said, “Honey, you know I don’t eat chicken feet.”


    She pointed to her belly and said, “Your daughter wants you to have them.” At the beginning, Debbie


    would refer to the baby in her belly as


    “your son.” But she soon realized that it wasn’t having much effect on him, so she changed her


    approach and now referred to their baby as


    “your daughter.”


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    And this worked magically. No matter how reluctant Carlos was, he would always give in.


    Carlos put on disposable gloves and began to eat chicken feet, just


    Like Debbie.


    ‘The aloof CEO is eating chicken feet!’ Debbie’s Laughter was so loud that even the housemaids on the


    first floor could hear her.


    “As long as I listen to her, she’ll be happy. ALL I want to see is her beautiful smile, ‘ Carlos thought.


    As a result, he catered to her every whim and was very obedient to her during her pregnancy. She


    knew that he was a loving, devoted husband who was anxious to please her. So she took advantage of


    the situation and tried all kinds of methods to make fun of him.


    One evening, Carlos didn’t know why Debbie was mad at him again. She insisted on kicking him out of


    their bed.


    Standing beside the bed, he asked innocently, “Honey, what did I do wrong? Please don’t be mad at


    me. I swear I won’t do it again.”


    “Humph! You’re breathing so hard that I won’t have any air to breathe.


    You’re suffocating me. Go away!” With that, she threw a pillow at him.