Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

SAVOR BREAKFAST

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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Frey still chuckles amusedly while putting the buttons on her shirt and wearing the same jacket as Yara.

"Haha, you're really funny baby, I was just teasing her but she's nervous to the point of passing out like that."

Frey bites her lower lip while looking at herself in the mirror. He only intended to tease her by hugging her from behind. With his shoulders open, and his neck in front of him beautifully, Frey begins to lose his mind. Until it finally became like that. Fortunately, Yara was able to stop him. Ah, if it doesn't. I don't know what's going to happen on this sunny morning. Gosh, just thinking about it makes Frey almost crazy.

Frey approached the red suitcase lying in an open position on the bed. Again Frey smiled when he saw all his needs were neatly arranged in a suitcase.

"Hem, good wife."

Frey immediately grabbed the red suitcase and checked one by one, whatever he put in the suitcase

"Blue shirt, blue jeans, blue hoddie, blue nightgown. God, why does blue dominate my suitcase?" Frey muttered while scrambling the contents of the suitcase that he had tidied up. But wait a minute. I didn't find my most personal belongings. Why could he forget such an important thing?" Frey shook his head.

After finishing cleaning his belongings, frey immediately went down and was greeted by his men to bring his suitcase into the car.

Hem, finally today arrived as well. The day Frey waited most. Since Yara had not yet come out of the room, Frey again followed Yara upstairs.

"Are you ready, baby?" Frey is well dressed. He walked closer to Yara who was sitting in front of the mirror. Like women in general, Yara is certainly one of the women who want to look beautiful in front of her husband. Frey holds onto Yara's two arms and kisses Yara's head gently.

"Ehmm, I'm ready." Said Yara smiling in front of the mirror. He tidied up his shirt and jacket. He accidentally wore a gift from Frey a few days ago when they were shopping at the mall. This jacket is limited edition. This is one of those jackets that are designed for a particular season. Leather jacket from Mango Faux Shearling Jacket. High quality imitation leather material and regular-sized fit. The price is really wow. But it does not undo Frey's intention to buy it for Yara. Frey said, He must still look fashionable because this is their first vacation trip. The material alone is not very bulky and is very comfortable to use. Yara smiled as Frey kissed her temple again.

"You're so pretty, baby."

Yara chuckles. "really?"

"Hmm, all about you I like. No exception. I love you so much Yara." Frey whispered a sweet sentence that made Yara blush.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yara smiled shyly back at Frey from the mirror.

"Now we're out" said Frey again.

"I'm ashamed." Yara's face was red and she was standing next to Frey. He carried his small bag in his left hand while his right hand hugged Frey's.

"Well, why should I be ashamed? There was only Brigitta's mother and mommy when she got out of her room. What's the shame?" Frey chuckled while looking at his wife affectionately.

"Isn't that?" yara mendayu pampered tone. He stood facing Frey.

"So what?" Frey frowned. He was confused and suddenly Yara said she was ashamed. Suddenly Frey smiled and found the answer, He smiled with a mischievous grin. Frey immediately hugged his wife's waist so that their position was getting closer.

Yara was wide-eyed by this closeness, her face met with red. Frey's eagle-eye gaze squinted with the corner of his lips rising upwards. Frey can read his mind. Yara immediately shook her head quickly.

"It's okay. I didn't think about it, I swear. Really..." Yara tried to defend herself. In order not to be a suspect because of being caught thinking strange.

"What are you thinking?" Frey grinned thinly. Yara put some more distance between their faces. He tried to avoid that look.

"Huh?" Yara is trapped by her imaginary mind. "Geez, he's really smart." Yara bit her lower lip.

Frey smiled mischievously, he hugged Yara's waist to get closer to her. "You don't need any preparation, honey, especially if you say shame. I'm your husband, I'll make you happy. That's my life's purpose."

"Huh?" yara's eyes glared perfectly. His face was red again.

Frey again smiled mischievously, he sighed a little and whispered again. "If you allow it, let us do it there. I make sure no one bothers me. We're free to do it anytime." Frey whispered so sensually in Yara's ear, with passion, her breath blowing hot, her voice so heavy.

Yara smiled, She does not want to lose to her husband. He accidentally puts a little swab on Frey's chest and struggles spoiled. She felt her husband's chest as if painting his name there. "really? Isn't our only destination for a vacation?" Said Yara smiling smrik by biting her lower lip.

DEG DEG DEG.

Frey fell silent in shock as Yara began to mischievously feel her chest. They look at each other. Frey enjoyed the thumping created from his heartbeat

"Darling?"

"Hmm."

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Yara and Frey headed to the dining table. Frey sat down to open the tablet to open some incoming emails. While Yara walked over to Brigitta's mother who was preparing breakfast.

"Hmmm..." Fragrant bitterballen made into bread dough and filled with minced meat that has been seasoned. Yara's favorite menu is immediately smelled by her nose. He immediately smiled happily.

"Good morning Brigitta's mother" Yara hugged Brigitta from behind. The middle-aged woman who always understood him. Brigitta's mother always gave her attention like a mother to her child. Yara was so grateful for that.

Brigitta's mother smiled and immediately turned her body around. "Are you ready, madam?"

"Hmmm," Yara muttered softly as she let go of her embrace.

"Huh? you seem to have really opened your heart, madam." Brigitta half whispered with her best smile.

"Maha." Yara laughed, "Does it look like it's mom?"

"Hmm." Brigitta's mother nodded her head.

Yara smiled taking the tray to prepare breakfast.

"Mr Frey is so lucky to have a wife like you. You're kind and loving." timpal Brigitta's mother again.

Yara simply smiled as she showed her row of teeth. "But my heart is not yet fully open, mother. I haven't trusted him yet." Yara said softly barely audible.

Brigitta raised her eyebrows at a glance, when she saw that Yara's once bright expression was suddenly gloomy. "Is it because Mr. Frey hasn't allowed you to meet your parents?"

Yara took a heavy breath while muttering. "Hmmm. Looks like Frey's got something on me. But to ask directly I dare not."

"Why?"

"Frey always knew what I was thinking. Before I said it, Frey had already switched the conversation."

Brigitta took her breath. He then gave a tray containing bitterballen and coffee. "Mr Frey is waiting for breakfast."

Yara let go of her smile. He received the tray from Brigitta's mother's hand. "All right, thank you mom." Yara brought the breakfast to the table.

Yara looked towards Frey, still flinching with the digital tablet she had in her hand. His face looked serious.

"Darling, breakfast first." Yara placed the golden tray and put the breakfast in front of Frey.

Frey smiled releasing his gaze from the tablet he had in his hand. He immediately got rid of the digital tablet.

"Thank you, baby."

Yara smiled as she nodded. He sat down in front of Frey. They enjoyed their breakfast quietly. Sometimes Frey stared at the tablet which was still open.

"Have you come home from out of town?" Frey asked, looking at Brigitta who was pouring warm tea into Yara's glass.

"Already sir. He's in his room. Do I need to call?"

"No need." Frey answered quickly. "Mommy wouldn't like to eat with us."

Yara looked at Frey and gave the code to her husband. But Frey pretended not to see it. He again enjoyed his breakfast. Suddenly Frey's eyes were fixed towards Yara's neck.

"You're not wearing your necklace?" Frey asked when he realized it wasn't on his wife's beautiful neck. Yara once told me that the necklace was a gift from her mother when she graduated high school. Yara loves it and wears it every day.

"I let go. I was afraid the necklace was gone, so I put it in a safe place. I don't want to wear that necklace and it's gone." Yara smiled as she sipped some water a few times.

"Is that necklace really precious to you my dear wife. Until you don't want it if the necklace is gone. What would happen to you if you knew that your father and mother had died at my hands?"

SERIATE.....

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