After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 959

At this time, the subject of someone’s wishful thinking was massaging his wife’s feet.

The couple was now sitting in the living room, with Winona lounging on the sofa with her feet on Ansel’s thighs. The others were out—with the Althea and Garan heading to the Woodworkers to customize a cruiser for each of the babies—so Ansel and Winona were the only ones in Villa #1.

"That tickles…" she giggled, before giving Ansel a look. "You know, my stomach isn’t even big yet," she said. Meaning to say, her feet weren’t sore just yet.

"The doctor said this is good, and I listen to the doctor."

Then he pressed a sensitive spot that enticed a moan and his eyes darkened. His hand started massaging northwards to her ankles… and then her thighs…

Winona gasped, her face turning red. "H-Hey!"

"It seems like you need a massage elsewhere," he said, appearing very serious and Winona could only watch as she was carried back to their room—not to go out again until dusk.

…

Eventually, some team members did arrive back in the villa area. For example, Harold and Sheila. Sheila had a conjugal house with Eagle, but earlier that day, the soldier left to do the standard rounds around their region.

Eagle was assigned to the Caravan Team heading towards Belluga, so she would be alone for the next few days so the team invited her to have dinner here.

The doorbell rang while Harold was cooking, so it was Sheila who checked who the visitor was.

She did not expect to find a pretty girl, albeit a little thin and wan, staring at the gate of the Team Villas. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

The girl flinched and looked at her. "I… I’m looking for Ansel," she said, though her eyes were a little red.

"I’m not sure if he’s inside. May I have your name?"

"Hana," she said. "It’s Hana."

Sheila nodded. "If you can wait…"

The girl nodded and watched her open the gates. Before she headed in though, the other girl stopped her. "Wait!" she said, her voice becoming quieter. "Uhm.. is it true?"

Sheila looked confused.

"Is Ansel really married?"

At this point, even the dense Sheila finally recognized what kind of visitor this was. "Yes. Happily so."

"I see…" the girl said though Sheila wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Especially not when she raised her head and met her eyes. "Please let me talk to him."

Sheila nodded, though much more reluctantly this time.

She closed the gate and entered the main villa to see Harold already setting up the table. He saw her troubled face and smiled teasingly.

"Do you miss your husband already?"

Sheila blushed. "HAROLD!"

Then she looked around, wanting to change the topic back. "Is Ansel here?"

"I think so," Harold said, head pointing at the door. "With his wife."

"Oh," Sheila said, heading out.

"Where are you going?"

"Ansel has a visitor, but if he’s busy—"

It was around here that the door opened, revealing a very nourished couple. The two froze when they realized there were two people staring straight at their door.