Crazy Deal's

Get lost

Loving someone is never wrong. It's just that sometimes we give that love to the wrong people.

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"You-you?" The pain he felt earlier turned into anger. How dare the man mock the way he dresses. Who is he? However, in the next second, his anger was again turned into a tremendous nervousness that caused excessive anxiety.

Darren nosedived his eyebrows, then muttered lazily. "Yes, I."

Isabell was horrified to hear the man's voice.

Was it really Darren's voice that gave him goosebumps?

The whisper jolted him, but it did not stop his eye movements sweeping every inch of Darren's emblazoned body. The man was just wearing a sheet of towel wrapped around his hips lowly.

With great difficulty Isabell tried to swallow the saliva that suddenly felt alot. Instead of feeling his throat wet, he was surprised by the sound of hiccups coming out of his mouth. The hiccups that became more mana when Darren increasingly swooped his thick eyebrows.

"Who?"

The man who looked similar to Darren stood beside the man. Isabell felt familiar with the man, but his hiccuped condition could not make his brain think clearly until he did not remember clearly where he had seen the man called Darren as a spy.

Darren points at the shoulder, "Foreigner."

What's?! Isabell was angry. Darren lightly considers him a stranger, huh?

I'm your sister's fiancee, hey?! Did you forget?!!

So, is his anger that important? Oh, certainly not at all. The hiccups only grew as his eyes caught a red mark around the man's neck.

Although she had never dated, Isabell clearly knew what marks were around the man's neck. A mark of wildness as the man said a moment ago. He often sees a similar mark on the neck of his co-workers who deliberately flaunt their wild romance with the lovers. Basic immoral!

"Foreigners?" The man frowned confused, a little unsure of Darren's answer. "You all right, Miss?" Implied worry in his tone saw Isabell's hiccups unwilling to stop.

"Looks like he needs water."

"Which he needs a way out of here," Darren responded without letting go of his gaze from Isabell.

"You're just gonna let go?"

"What can we do with it?"

Somehow the question that sounded like that statement, to Isabell, sounded like an insult.

The stranger then watched Isabell closely. Judging blatantly then nodding his head as if he had just found the answer to a difficult question. What makes Isabell even more uncomfortable is the condition of the two jerks. I saw him almost half naked.

"Ck!" Darren only let out a whisper from his mouth in response to a friend's ridiculous statement that a friend cannot really say.

"Where did he come from?"

Why are these men asking so many questions! Isabell's screams in his heart.

"Pluto."

Isabell's nose kempis. He almost spewed out a curse sentence from his mouth. But he finally managed to hold back. To be precise, it was not enough to have courage once his eyes were rubbed with Darren's bead that was as dark as night.

But what does the man's short answer mean. Pluto's? Does it look like an inhumane extraterrestrial? That's how bad he looks. If Darren thinks so, what about Austin?

Again and again nervousness attacked him.

"I see." The stranger laughed. "He seems to be afraid."

"You scared?" Darren asked bluntly?

Before Isabell answered Darren's question, the man spoke again.

"If you're afraid, then where does your cunning come from until you bravely enter my territory?"

"I'm lost."

The annoying stranger laughed again. "Looks like he needs a map."

"I don't see short hair unraveling, nor do I see flowering pink clothes, pink shoes and knee-length pants. Ah, he doesn't have a bag at all."

Did he just think of me as Dora the explorer?

"He's not Dora who needs a map." Isabell's guess didn't miss at all.

The foreign man's laughter next to Darren exploded. Only the man laughed. Isabell looked at him confusedly as well annoyed. He found no reason why the man was laughing while Darren's speech contained no humor at all, even Darren's face looked solemn at the words.

"You certainly didn't find it. She's Pluto's version of Dora. The long skirt is also an oversize blouse shirt. You have a bag?"

"I have a suitcase," Isabell regretted saying it because that second the man was also widened.

"Look, this pluto creature turned out to be very funny. He didn't have a bag but a suitcase. Where's koper? I want to see what you've brought."

"I can't find it here."

Darren grunting.

"Can you put your clothes on first before continuing your ridicule?"