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Nope, no. This can not be called the first kiss for both.

Megan just stayed like a statue with enlarged eyeballs. Who would not be surprised by this sudden attack? Megan didn't pay it back at all. The man works alone here.

"Sorry, give you therapy shock."

Feeling the action was not welcome, Morgan moved away after apologizing. Megan was still silent as she touched her own lips.

What did I just experience?

Megan was seen biting her lips, holding back a smile that was about to be engraved there.

Doctor, it's a good thing you're ending it. Otherwise I'll die pounding.

Morgan had disappeared from the room, leaving Megan alone enjoying the pounding of her heart.

In his room, Erick was neatly prepared of course. This time therapy makes him more excited by the presence of his father and sister who accompany.

Morgan entered his son's room, which looked ready on his wheelchair.

"Dad, did you have a fight with that woman?"

Without getting to know any pleasantries, Erick asked about what he saw this morning. He believes he has a problem with his new wife.

"No fighting." Morgan answered briefly. Not lying, but the truth is like that. Morgan was still pounding after courageously attacking Megan's lips.

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"Dad, no need to hide. Just be honest with me. We are both men and I am a father's son. I can conclude things just by looking."

"Then you still have a lot to learn."

"Dad, if you're not comfortable with her, just leave her alone. I know, she's not the kind of woman you like."

Morgan took a deep breath, then pushed the wheelchair carrying Erick out of the room.

"Repair the way you call it. It's not worth calling her 'the woman.' Wasn't he nice to you even though there was no father? She's your mother. Respect him, call him the right way."

Again, Morgan did not stop reminding Erick.

Is dad starting to like it? Looks like ... he managed to get my father's heart. Why so fast?

"Dad, brother, the driver is ready to wait for us. That ... auntie's ready, too."

David took over the brother's wheelchair.

It is a complete formation. Two handsome princes with a father full of charm. These three people are mine. I will hold on tight to all three. Yes ... This marriage is not just an ordinary matchmaking. They are my destiny.

From behind her black glasses Megan stared at the incredible sight of the three handsome men who came to her. No, to be exact, approaching the car near which Megan was standing, waiting.

This woman is amazing. The more I know him, the more he looks charming.

Morgan praised his wife's appearance inwardly. Lately, Megan's appearance has never failed to make it seem stunned.

Erick reads the moves of his new mom and dad. Nothing flashy, there was only a thin smile from the two lips even though they did not greet each other. This boy did not know, his new father and mother were praising each other in silence.

This woman was right, she was very good at changing people's moods. David, who is good at reading situations, only admits how his father's wife can prove his words.

Arriving at the hospital, Erick was taken into the therapy room by officers. Megan, Morgan and David just wait while watching from the outside through the transparent wall, the three standing next to each other.

Seeing the sophistication of the therapeutic tools used by this hospital, Morgan admitted this country is very advanced, much different from the hospital where he worked.

Watching the process by the process of therapy his son underwent, Morgan glanced at Megan at a glance, and there he realized that the woman beside him was shedding tears.

Morgan moved closer and clasped his wife's right hand.

Feeling a touch in her hand, Megan turned her head, then their gazes met.

Megan stared with a sad look, as if she was saying 'sorry, Erick so this is because of me'

Morgan put on a small smile, as if saying 'it's okay. Don't be sad'

Seeing her husband's smile made Megan's heart warm. Just a smile and a touch of the hand was not enough, if there was no David around, maybe Megan had laid her head on her husband's shoulder.

The tears of this woman look so sincere. Does she really love children by thinking of herself as their mother? Or just because ... sense of responsibility for the situation?

Megan, can I be selfish and want your sincerity forever? Huh! I can't believe I still like women this deep after being hurt twice. Megan, can you be the last one in my married life?

The two returned to face the transparent wall after being satisfied to look at each other, with both hands still tightly linked.

I thought he was as cold as our youngest, so he could be as warm as the firstborn. Apparently ... sir the doctor is a combination between David and Erick. Wait, do I really like him as a husband? Or... Am I just obsessed with her?

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Looks like a couple of husband and wife are asleep, hugging each bolster pillow.

"Dad! Daddy!"

The sound of knocking on the door was interspersed with the 'father' call of someone standing in front of the door of the room Morgan and Megan were occupying.

Knocking on the door while calling his father a few times, kept Morgan awake from his deep sleep.

While glancing clockwise, Morgan moved.

"Night, Dad!"

With his flat face David greeted without feeling guilty.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Dad, my test results are perfect. I'm the general champion for the graduation exam."

While showing the phone screen towards the father.

Morgan, who was stunned with no expression, asked the teenager, "are you unhappy? Why just shut up?"

Morgan held his breath. "You yourself, your face looks ordinary. Then do you have to freak out and wake everyone up? Do you know what time it is?"

David just realized, now it's one night. Jakarta and Miami time difference and very satisfying value announcement, he became excited. His face was not as bright as his heart.

"Sorry, dad. I've been bothering you." he said, feeling guilty.

"Go back to your room and rest. I'm proud of you. Is that enough?"

"That's not enough. Son, my mother and father will appreciate your success."

Megan chimed in on a midnight chat tonight.

"Mother, aren't you asleep?"

David was surprised to hear the word 'mother' coming out of his mouth, but unfortunately he could not pull back.

"Mother? You just said mom, right?" Megan repeated mentioning the word 'mother' in a seductive tone.

"That's not what I meant. Maybe I'm getting sleepy. Never mind, Dad, I'm back in my room."

David's gone.

"Sorry, your sleep must be disturbed, Miss Megan."

"It's okay, Doc. I just got home an hour ago, too."

Late last night, Megan was traveling to attend a dinner invitation at Mr's residence. Robert. Not only him, but there are a lot of business relations of the old man from various countries.

Actually she really wanted to invite her husband to come with her but she was afraid if her husband did not believe himself to be among the people and environment that certainly felt very foreign.

"Is your dinner fun?" Morgan asked, sounding from his usual tone. But Megan felt this question was a trap for her.

The two went back into the same blanket.

"Lumayan was fun, but when I got home I felt sad when everyone was asleep and no one was waiting for me to come home."

Morgan did not respond.

"Dok, don't you have any interest in coming with me while I'm dealing? You're not worried if I'm traveling alone?"

Morgan looked at his wife and looked seriously.

"Have you ever needed someone next to you? Aren't you always safe wherever you go? You're even capable of working gangsters on your business."

Megan couldn't believe why her husband would say this, even talking about gangsters.

"Hey! I am an ordinary woman. I do employ people like you mean. But ... wouldn't it be better if you were always by my side? Watching me, for example."

"I'm not a great mobster who can keep you from criminals. You want me to stay with you?" Morgan changed his position, approaching.

"You're pretty good in bed. I mean, the patient bed. You're good at playing with a knife to heal broken bones." Megan bit her lips and turned her face away. How not, Morgan made his heart go back to pounding.

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Enough, don't forget the support guys.