A marriage full of wounds

chapter 42

"It hurts!" The subtle groan was heard from a luxurious bed in the middle of the room.

His previously closed eyes now began to open slowly, adjusting his vision to the exposure of sunlight through the gaps of the curtains.

The pale-faced girl, cleared her throat to relieve the dryness and pain in her throat.

The feminine figure also rose from her sleep, leaning in a feeble motion, she also reached for the white glass on the nightstand, drinking it so that it could wash her dry throat.

The girl leaned her weak back backward, feeling the condition of her body that was so limp.

The weak girl gasped in shock, upon noticing the clothes she was wearing, and reflexively stared around the luxurious room. A sigh of relief sounded out from his mouth. She felt relieved, because she was in a foreign room owned by her husband.

But there was a curiosity in his heart, how could he be here and who changed his clothes?

Catherine did not want to think too much, she was too tired and limp.

Then the lethargic girl tried to get out of bed, she needed to go to the bathroom, even though her body was still warm, Catherine wanted water to refresh her body.

He also did not think about the dictator man, somewhere he went, Catherine did not take too much dizziness. He only wanted to cleanse the body after that back to the Mansion.

She halted her steps in front of the large mirror there, looking at her appearance wrapped in an oversized t-shirt, certainly belonging to her savage husband.

"Ck! It's hard to understand" Catherine parroted.

She insisted on her husband's attitude, didn't she herself say that she hated herself, so why did she still care about him?

"Either! Perhaps this is the so-called, unstable man," he murmured as he continued to step into the bathroom.

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"What the fuck!" Hardik a graceful woman to the servant at the Abraham Mansion.

"Sorry lady, what do you mean? Asked the butler in a calm manner.

"Why, there is no breakfast on the table," interrupted Clara in an arrogant style, like a great mistress.

"Sorry, madam! You, do not serve breakfast because the young master and mistress are not in the Mansion" said the butler.

The faces of mistress Soraya and Clara turned red, she was now staring furiously at the servants lined up in front of her.

"You, what do we think, huh!" Jerky mistress Soraya rough.

"Guests!" Timpal a girl who became a friend — Catherine.

"You!" Bertak mrs Soraya while pointing at the face of — Lusi.

"You, just a guest, mistress," continued Lusi with a cynical face.

"Guests who don't know themselves" continued the girl.

Clara and Soraya's mistress are getting more emotional, since last night she was upset by the maids choice — Catherine. Who do not want to be invited to work together, to be able to take over luxury gifts from someone for — Catherine.

Catherine's chosen servants preferred to keep the orders of the young lord Abraham, rather than accept the rewards of Soraya.

Now he must be upset again when he is hungry. And — with his courage and disrespect they challenged the close relatives of the first wife of the young master Abraham.

"You guys, outrageous. Remember. I was the mommy of the first young mistress, so I had the right to get the best service," cried Madam Soraya with defiant bulging eyes.

"Hurry up, get us breakfast!" Clara orders with an arrogant face.

The butler and some below were still silent, as was Luci who looked at the two esteemed women cynically.

"What do you see, huh! Quickly serve us!" Flick Clara with an emotional face.

"Sorry, we were only ordered to serve, young mistress and young master," the butler said.

"Bas based on a lowly servant!" Maki Madame Soraya is getting windy.

"I think you're a respected conglomerate, but .. Why do you like being in people's homes? And being a troublesome prick here? Is this the lifestyle of an upper class?" Sela Lusi with her sharp words.

"Shameful, socialite style yet free living" Lusi sneered with a mocking face.

"YOU! YOU FUCKING GIRL! Hardik lady Soraya.

While Clara can only hold back her anger because of being humbled and insulted by lowly servants.

The woman with a classy graceful look, pulled the mommy away from the dining room area. His face was too pajas to hear all the insults from among the servants.

"What are you doing, let mommy teach them a lesson. It's good that they insult us," Soraya's mistress recalled, her face looking red withstanding the vexation.

"We need to get rid of that damn girl. This must be all the work, we can't be appreciated here" Clara cut with a furious face.

"You are right, son! We need to get her out of here right away," interrupted Soraya with a sly smile.

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Catherine came out of the bathroom with a half-shivering body, even though her tiny body was already wrapped by a thick towel. The beautiful long hair looked wet and he had not dried it, so the water droplets coming from his hair hit the floor.

The green bead wandered around a room foreign to him, he walked to one of the doors, which he believed was a dressing room. And the guess is right.

Catherine opened one by one the doors of the long cupboards there, all of which were filled with men. It was stupid with the dictator's warning that forbade him from touching even his belongings.

Most importantly, she was not cold anymore so — Catherine grabbed one of the black shirts belonging to her arrogant husband. Wear it by blowing it up to the thigh smooth it.

After being safe with her appearance, Catherine walked out of the room and towards the door, she was not interested in the beautiful view from the top of the foreign room, which was now for her to fill the stomach that had been ringing, after that, he will return to the Mansion.

Catherine froze, while in the doorway of one of the rooms in the luxurious penthouse, she could see her savage husband behind the stove with an appearance so thrilling her heart.

The husband looks so handsome, with his casual dress style, his usual hair neatly arranged is now left in a mess. The stocky arm, now busy stirring cooking on the stove. His face still looked cold yet so dazzling.

Catherine shook her head, expelling her charmed soul to her dictator husband. He shouldn't have been crushed by the good looks of the man in front. Although her heart rebelled, Catherine tried to suppress her feelings.

Quickly he turned around and intended to stay away, but ..just a few sulking steps, the impressive heavy sound was — say hello. Make it stop with the back position.

"You, are you awake?" Jeffin asked without seeing his wife.

Catherine reflexively nodded, as if the questioner saw the movement of her head.

With a furrowed forehead, Jeffin turned to the wife, judging the appearance of his little wife who suddenly, made him swish great, when he saw the wife's legs exposed adorable.

"Come here!" His orders with a heavy voice restrained.

Catherine gulped her saliva, when she heard the voice of the husband that sounded so soul-shaking — charms.

"Come here, little bear!" Jeffin's orders returned this time with a call not as usual.

"Little bear?" Catherine parroted by turning over quickly.

"Come on!" Call Jeffin again without looking at his wife.

With a curious shrunken face, Catherine also complied. Walk closer to husband.

The tiny lips did not stop grumbling and sneering, as they recalled all the deeds of this man before him.

"Taste!" Jeffin said as he pointed a fork tool at his mouth.

"Open your mouth" said the man in front of her.

Catherine according to her flickering eyes was astonished by her husband's sudden warm manner and manner.

"How's it?" Jeffin asked suddenly.

It made Catherine choke on food and cough. Jeffin immediately approached his little wife and rubbed her tiny back.

He also immediately gave a drink to his girl, who was still heard coughing.

"Other times be careful and do not daydream," Jeffin scolded as he left a kiss on his little wife's head.

"Sit down, I'll prepare breakfast for you" Jeffin said.

Catherine was still dumbstruck with a confused and incredulous face. For this change in attitude of her savage husband. "Didn't he get so angry yesterday? Then what am I seeing?" Monologue with a confused face.

"What, did he get the wangsit from the angel? Tell him to do good to the other wife?" He murmured with an increasingly wrinkled face.

"Now then, only God and he'll know" he continued, preferring to obey the savage rather than have his mood shattered and his true form returned.