Crazy Deal's

Not the Holy Man

"Tell me where you hid the boy, Maira!" a foreign man asked in an impatient tone. Questions that have been repeatedly questioned for the past half an hour.

"No child, no one here!" The woman named Maira gave the same answer every same question thrown at her.

"Don't make things any harder. Give me the boy and you can live freely!"

"Tell Fernando or Bartoli that they won't get anything here."

"Then say goodbye to the world, Maira." An old man suddenly appeared and pointed a gun.

The door!!

Maira fell down instantly with a bullet that pierced her forehead.

Doorr!!!

Doorr!!

Although Maira was lifeless, two bullets were still thrown on the woman's body.

"NO!!!" Isabell awoke from his sleep. Sweat flooded his entire body. In a hurry he turned on the lights of the room, immediately the room that had been dim turned into a bright light. His breathing was hunting and his eyes were already filled with tears. Why is she crying? He knows no answer but fear.

Isabell reached out to fetch some drinking water, which he found only empty glasses.

His throat felt very dry, but he needed to calm down, gather strength to get out of bed. The same nightmare, appearing at an uncertain time. Even though I've dreamed of something similar, it still feels terrible. It was also as if he was there, in the midst of the incident holding his breath.

After being convinced he was able to stand up, Isabell slowly shifted from her bed. Wearing his glasses, he walked to the toilet to wash his face. Feeling refreshed, Isabell exited the room towards the lower floor. The goal is the kitchen, to take cold water.

The atmosphere was dim, he was quite grateful for it because he hated the darkness. The darkness reminded her of the punishment the empress often gave her.

The lighting in the Willson family mansion was excellent. Isabell does not need to turn on the lights of the room just to go to the kitchen. Moonlight and stars and garden lights are enough to illuminate his steps. Arriving at the kitchen, he headed straight for the refrigerator without looking back and forth. Isabell took a water bottle and gulped it straight from there. To hell with manners, no one saw it anyway. That's what he thinks.

"I just found out that the princess of the royal palace also drank straight from her bottle."

Isabell's bead was patterned, without swallowing his drinking water first, he turned around in a swift motion and spouted the contents within his mouth after seeing the figure of the man standing right behind him.

"Scook!" Darren put down his wet laptop and rubbed his face with the back of his hand.

Isabell had yet to recover from his shock. Since when Darren was there. Why did he not hear the footsteps of the man? And... and..what the hell is this guy? Why would he wander around in the middle of the night like this while carrying a laptop.

Darren was wearing blue silk pajamas combined with a plain white shirt, his hair was a little messy and only then did Isabell realize that he also had half hair. Is half hair trending in the Willson family?

"You surprised me!!"

"You gushed my face and my laptop."

"There are no rules in this house like the rules in the palace, where the king's arrival must be announced."

"You're not king."

Darren flicked his finger, "Yes, that's an important point. Get me a tissue."

Isabell immediately turned around to take the tissue at the man's command and gave it to Darren.

"What kind of behavior is this? After draining my purse, you spit on me."

Isabell couldn't help but smile considering the incident earlier this afternoon when Darren saw his things wrapped.

"I haven't been able to thank you for your generosity. I don't have to bother looking for targets this month." Isabell showed Darren's left cheek that was still wet.

"Then you won't mind if I ask for your generosity to replace my laptop that's likely broken." Darren pointed his chin at the table, where his laptop was.

"Your laptop's broken? Just because of my spout?" Isabell did not believe. He just sprayed accidentally instead of watering or bathing the laptop. "No way!" Isabell grabs the laptop and accidentally knocks his fingers down on a passing advertisement. Advertising is immoral. Adult male scene with male.

Fortunately, there was no sound, because the speaker was damaged.

Isabell's bead is patterned, his mouth open shut. Looking at Isabell's expression that was like a chef fish in need of artificial breath, Darren moved beside him.

"Oh my God, what a pervert you are, Miss Odette!" Darren immediately turned off the computer screen.

"Why are you watching that?" Isabell ignored the way Darren called her. "I tried to deny my thoughts about you when I saw you in the room the other day."

"What do you think of me?" Darren took the laptop out of Isabell's hands.

"Honestly, I was happy when I saw you with the lady at the store this afternoon. Your relationship with that woman broke my dirty thinking. B-but why are you watching such a thing. My dirty thinking is running rampant."

"You need some laundry soap then. Your brain needs to be cleaned."

"Then what about you? What you're doing is not normal."

Darren who did not see clearly that the scene played out earlier was done by a fellow man only responded with a plate, "All the men were watching such a thing. There's education in it."

"Normal men wouldn't do that!"

"Maybe you mean holy men won't watch that kind of thing. I'm not a holy man."

"Yes" Isabell held his heart. Surprised by the fact that Darren has a very embarrassing deviation. "How can it be like this?" his face looked at Darren with concern.

"I think you're very sleepy. Go back to your room." Darren turned around, opened the freezer and took out two bottles of bottled soda, then left Isabell still staring at him with concern.