Husband Setting

Set Up Fitting With Me

Inside this luxurious room, four adults were mixed together, but Jen seemed to think Darren was invisible. For him it's always been like that. He is busy talking to Naja but when Darren turns up, Jen will soon be silent as if she was struck by magic. Never mind telling, just look at Jen reluctant to do it.

For Jen, it was all worth the actions of Darren in childhood who often berated him, so often he could not speak anymore than crying. Crying is also free, because Darren and the gank, will even be happier and will not stop judging it.

Jen was shaking when her phone rang. Since a while ago, Darren was watching him with an indecipherable look, making the woman uneasy and annoyed. It was as if she wished to treat him humanely, but Jen did not want to let her empathy arise just because it was looked at like that.

"I'm fine, you know, I'm kind of busy after just being alone with Devaya." Jen wiggling her phone, the lag is made as haughty as possible. Though Devaya usually only remind his schedule which is only one or two only. I don't know why, Jean's Collection has been quiet for the past few months.

"Well .. I'm also tired of your babbling!" naja exclaimed a little disappointed, he still wanted to be with Jen but soon Cio woke up and he had not closed his eyes since dawn, since Cio woke up and cried.

"I will come by day and will accompany you until night. Cio will definitely calm down when I'm with him later." Jen lifted her body from the end of the bed where she had been sitting. Poking her cheek towards her brother-in-law.

"Oh of course .. he'll sleep all night with that painful voice of yours," said Excel, who has not yet switched sides.

"The sound is so sweet, said to be painful ... Cio's gonna miss Onty's beautiful voice, isn't he, Cio?" It crept towards the extremely sluggish Cio. Without daring to pin a kiss because Excel continued to throw threatening gazes, Jen rubbed Cio's head slowly, then clenched her hands in front of her chin, so anxious with Cio. He hit his feet.

"We're in the same direction, Jen .. with me!" Darren stood looking at Jen's back which always looked beautiful. Even Jen's hair moves like a breeze caressing Darren's face. Ah, when protecting shifts into coveting. Darren gave up all his luck today.

"No, thank you! Fear of getting sick!" jen replied indifferently. He immediately waved his hand, avoiding his brother's scolding over the irreverence of his speech. Also the atmosphere that turned cold and awkward. He knew it made an unpleasant atmosphere.

"Em ...," Darren thinned his lips until they were wrinkled. Then take it slowly. He knows, Excel and Naja are not happy with Jen's actions, so once Jen disappears from the door, he immediately intends to leave. It's okay, it's so used to it. Although honestly his heart was getting numb.

"It's time to open the gym, I'll take care of it." Darren's thumb pointed at the door awkwardly, his bead of eyes moving between the two people who were looking at him full of apologies.

"I-I'm fine, don't look at me that way" Darren finally said. His chest gradually recovered at this time. Until a pat from Excel landed on his shoulder, making Darren rub Cio's head and wave at Naja. And promise to come back soon.

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Black denim jacket with white sewing thread embossed on the surface, wrapped Darren's body. For a moment he glanced at the already rising sun, he thought for too long inside with Excel because there was Jen. The sensual lips smiled until his cheeks were clearly sunken.

A black full face helmet immediately covered his face. He rode his black doff mount, Darren gallantly and elegantly drove the Italian manufacturer's bike. Stay cool because he rides a limited edition army look mighty and tough.

Far away, it slows down the speed of the motor. Jen's shadow entered her point of view so easily. He was a little agitated, thinking, and trying to be brave. Again it's okay, even a thousand times it doesn't matter either. Darren approached Jen who seemed to be in a push.

"What's wrong?" Not down yet, just open his helmet so he's a little more visible in Jen's eyes.

The woman snorted, glancing bitterly. It was as if Darren was not expected to attend. It's always like that, isn't it? No less than fifteen years, and it's getting noticeably worse this time.

"I'll take you to the studio. Taxis will be a long time coming if you're in here!" Darren shook his head, though it felt like he wanted to grab the girl and impatiently raise her in the back seat. But he was patient and waited.

Jen avoids Darren's gaze, but the circumstances are very unlikely to linger here. It won't be good for him.

"I'm not pushy, if you don't want to be with me, I'll find you a cab."

Jen's hatred peaked, he did not like if the person who used to hurt him so much was now even kind and as if he was bad for holding a grudge. Jen wants to curse the man, but his speech is swallowed by his vision on a swarm of people with probing cameras in the hospital courtyard.

I swear by anything, he was forced to.

"No need, you just take me!" His tone was still slender and unfriendly but to Darren, it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Darren swiftly turned around the direction that was originally away about to go out to call a taxi, now with a small run he approached his motorbike.

Darren was so nervous in being happy. He wants to help Jen ride his bike, but of course Darren is careful not to offend the woman with his touch. But he remembered Jen wearing only a knit shirt and showing a little white belly skin, Darren rushed off his jacket.

Wanna put it on but is Jen ready? Then hesitantly, he stretched out his jacket and said. "Wear ... the wind blows when riding the motor." Wanted to smile but that wry face was able to recoup Darren's smile. Instead, he hurriedly took the helmet and placed it carefully on Jen's head.

Jen is evasive, helmet is just one and Darren definitely needs it. However, an uncontested movement rushed up to him. He stared with his jacket still tightly held in his hand. "Your hair will fall apart later." Darren's words made Jen breathe out lazily.

The smell of Darren shampoo is so strong that it pierces Jen's sense of smell. Soothing and it feels specially designed to quell Jen's anxiety and anger. Did he deliberately put a lot of shampoo here, so I can remember him? think Jen. The pretty girl's eye beads circled the entire space inside the helmet.

"Handle Jen ...!" darren's orders are directly in Jen's arms by hugging Darren's sturdy waist. Sticking when the motor has not yet driven. Again, Jen is prejudiced, Darren's body as if in a setting right with his body. Jen freezes when she realizes she is too close to Darren. He blinked with a very strange thumping feeling. Gurgling his saliva violently, Jen intended to back off. But Darren rushed to pull the gas lever, until Jen stopped continuing her intention.

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