Dating Contract

CHAPTER 221: SWEET ACTING

Still Ars did not understand, how his brother was angry that he brought Lala to that place. Is it true that just because of running away, want to run away where Lala, he believes the woman is not that stupid .... or want to jump and swim? even these are thousands of miles from land. And what's up, it doesn't seem that simple.

Hundreds of Veeper snakes surrounded the glass, and Artyom touched the woman's neck to make her turn to the front of the glass. Of course, the woman was closed and began to drift by constantly scratching Artyom's arm so as not to keep him away.

Ars is grinning more and more, enjoying the show. When the younger brother forced the woman to open her eyes, Ars laughed out loud.

Nick who was behind him frowned, the more he noticed the monitor screen so...where is the funny thing?

"Mr Ars, Young Master Damir wants the woman to accompany him on a submarine tour" Nick reminded, he hopes his master does not forget and then makes his own son sad.

"Hum" Ars turned to Nick for disturbing his pleasure, "Pick up the woman. tell Lala not to show the face of sadness in front of my son."

"Well, sir," Nick wanted to get away from Ars's gaze as if to pry him.

...***...

A maid had dressed Lala and had changed into expensive clothes.

"Dump that weak face in front of my son if you don't want to be thrown into the Sea. So, why run away? you think you can?" Ars chuckles.

Lala's lips twitched, she couldn't stand Ars's face, if there was a gun in front of her, she vowed to shoot him. He wanted to shoot Ars and Daniel to protect dad. "Why should I run away?!"

Ars lip-cushion, brave of this woman defiant with her tone, the punishment just now did not seem to make this woman aware and even more against.

However, if the woman did not run away, then what made Thyoma angry. Ars told the maid to come out with a hand gesture.

"Tell me, why would Artem punish you?" Ars was furious, if he asked this question to his sister, of course it would not be answered.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Ars gritted his teeth, the tanga beside the thigh clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white. Fucking woman!

Squeezing her dress, Lala stared intently at Ars in the mirror reflection. If they're going to kill dad and Kevin, shouldn't he prevent it, then by what, or he should stab Ars and Daniel if it works.

I hate being weak, I won't be weak, fuck those snakes. If I die a useful death, at least I help you before you die. I don't care how heinous you are, you're still my father. And I'm not gonna let them hurt Dad.

Ars claws Lala's hair, and pulls it until the woman's head is thrown backwards.

"Let'soo!"

"Firing, the apple fell not far from the tree, just like your father did?" The kettle inside Ars' chest was boiling and ready to hiss if not the sweet voice behind him.

Ars looked back, his eyes widened and reflexively removed his hands away from Lala's hair and pulled his hands to his waist. His body froze as Damir came towards him.

And Nick at the new door came in panting, "Young Master-" Nick glanced at Ars, it seemed like he made a mistake, when Nick was about to enter Ars drove him away, and Nick felt a bad breath, and Nick felt a bad breath, lucky he left the room.

Crouching down, Ars opens his arms to welcome Damir, but his son shifts to the left past him. It felt as if Ars was dropped from the floor fifty years ago in the rubble of his building and he had difficulty breathing, even though he pulled it. It seems that oxygen did not enter his lungs and make more tight. His son ignored, why? Ars shifted next to notice Damir who looked up at the woman who was now semi-bending and then squatted equal to Damir.

"The madam? papa hurt madam?"

Ars' eyes widened, his chest rumbling. Thunder seemed to be snatching and his brain was dead by the question that came out from the tiny lips of his baby.

Swallowing spit, Things that have been kept away from the eyes of his son, all the violence that he covered up, now it is precisely the son who found himself doing that to the figure of the woman Damir admired.

Lala chuckles, Ars freezes, will the woman complain. And make himself more difficult to face his son who always asked a lot of questions with things that are difficult to answer.

"Why hurt? not to hurt," Lala looked at Damir very gently, then turned to Ars, "Well, right, Mr Ars? you're just helping me tidy up my hair?"

Blinking quickly, something as heavy as new split in his head. Ars nodded quickly as his son looked suspiciously, he now felt very foolish in front of his son. Ars chuckled, "what madam says is right, papa helps madam, Damir .. come," Ars opened both hands hoping that his son would embrace and then water his heart which was overwhelmed by the gloom.

Damir looked at the father, then turned to look at the madam who continued to smile and Damir hugged the madam ... "Madam, let's see the pope."

Suddenly, Ars falls into a dark hole as he watches his son ignore him, why choose the man he has met for two days.

The weight of something like a boulder seemed to occupy Ars's heart. How could Damir do this. No, his son is just plain and doesn't know anything yet. Ars stands stepping with heavy legs.

Lala turned to look at the lackluster path of the arrogant master with a head that was still sick due to Ars' strong craving, maybe soon his hair was plucked out of place, his fist became very hot and a little sore. Very upset. But his heart was so sensitive. It is a lie, if he does not know about this, that Ars is jealous, because he has captured the attention of Ars' son. Upset, but what could happen, Lala let out a heavy sigh and whispered in Damir's ear. The little boy took off a hug and looked at her slowly then on his tiptoes peeked at Lala's left cheek. Lala's face continued to warm to notice the departure of the tiny step, which was half-running.

Something petite hugged his thigh, as Ars was near the door. He looked down, his son showing his tiny teeth. Ars blinked slowly, sweetly. Back crouch. "So you need something?" Ars fussed at the tiny nose, his heart warmed again as he looked at Damir's smile.

Kiss landed on the left and right cheeks of Ars. The man gasped, and felt the heat of the tiny hand touch his cheek. What was dark in his heart instantly turned bright, and fireworks with sparks of happiness were dancing in his heart. Thank you Lala for at least making my son smile.

"Damir, look at the pope with papa." Damir nodded and his bright eyes looked at Ars enthusiastically.

Considering that, Ars may have to thank the woman directly, later. Because these two tiny magical hands were the single most magical force in his life. Perhaps that was also what the woman felt on Vino.

Two corners of Ars's lips lifted into a smile while his eyes warmed and Damir kissed his forehead while holding him. "certain." Hugged her tightly out of the room, and looked back. "Madam Lala, we're waiting for you," Ars called out gently by himself, as Damir's hand reached out to the woman who was still crouching in front of the dressing table. The son seems to like the woman very much.

"Yes, I'm coming." Lala once again overcame her feelings of hate, and acted very sweet while in front of a small child, when her own mind was struck with a fury. It was very eager to go far ahead of Ars and Daniel who always restrained him.

Wanting to at least hug Richie and find a little strength. Then how to save dad and Kevin, they said they'd trade him for Vino. "Oh my God, where should I ask for help."