Love of a Man with a Wife

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Sheril accidentally chooses a back room, arguing close to the kitchen, Serena offers him to sleep in the guest room, but she dismisses it subtly. At that time Zian was confused, where should Sheril sleep? There was no way Zian would take her to his room. Sheril won't want to anyway.

For a moment Sheril thought, his wife Zian was neither seen nor down, her heart wondering? but he also felt relieved, because the woman did not come out, if his wife came out, then she was finished.

"Can you sleep in the upstairs room?" Said Zian.

"No, I'm just downstairs, so I can get up early." Sheril said with her face flat.

Zian could do nothing.

After bringing Sheril home, he just thought, whether this action is right or not.

Zian called the driver. "Sir, tomorrow clean the upper room at the end, empty all the contents, and replace it with new paint."

"Okay sir, I won't wait for tomorrow, tonight I'll clean it up."

"Good, that's better."

After saying that, Zian immediately rushed upstairs, wanting to clean up his sticky-feeling body.

While Sheril is already in her own chosen room. He stretched out his tired body, not because he was tired of work, but tired because of his mind.

Tonight, after entering the room, Sheril did not come out of her room again. He endured all the feelings, the stomach began to hunger, but he was still able to hold it until morning. But ..., thirst? he can't help it. By venturing out he finally came out carefully, afraid to cross paths with the host, or afraid of his footsteps humming something and finally attracting the attention of the homeowner. Sheril stepped slowly, coincidentally her room was located near the dining room, so she did not need to go too far.

Slowly Sheril took a teapot and filled it with drinking water, as well as a cup that she would bring into the room, so that she did not go back and forth to take drinking water.

When he wanted to step into the room, a shadow that shocked him, Sheril was afraid and immediately turned her head. He was stunned to see the middle-aged woman who was staring at him with a difficult look at his.

"Sorry madam, I just took some drinking water." Sheril lowered her face, her chest instantly shaking.

The middle-aged woman did not reply, she immediately opened the refrigerator, and took some food.

Then put the canned bread on him. She was Zian's mother. Sheril was stunned, seeing Sheril not budging, the woman let out her voice, very little just the word: "Hemm..."

With hesitation Sheril took it. She did not know what it meant, told him to hold it or give it to her?

"This ...."

That's all that came out of his mouth and then stepped out ahead of Sheril.

"Thank you .., ma'am," Sheril slightly smiled, she was happy, there was at least some kindness in the woman's heart. Although Sheril hesitates to call it what? Mama-in-law? Sheril was afraid, she didn't think of it that way.

Meanwhile, Zian was in his study. He seemed to be thinking of something. Yes he thought of Sheril sleeping in the room, near the dining room. It flashed through his mind to see and approach his wife. Zian's coming out. The room Sheril occupied was seen from above. He saw that the door was shut, and he came down immediately.

Carefully he turned the knob of Sheril's room door.

Sheril, hearing someone's footsteps, immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

And Zian went straight in to see Sheril was asleep. He looked at the sleeping woman without a blanket, then with the initiative Zian took a blanket and then covered half of Sheril's body. He was stunned for a moment, then went out by closing the door again.

Sheril took her breath. Not understanding Zian's attitude towards him. There was still a little attention, but said coldly and painfully. If he was in my position, maybe he would have done the same thing, even more than that.

Sheril was unable to close her eyes, her mind glaring at the ceiling of her room, piercing through the roof of the stately house she now housed.

If only he had the ability to go far away until Zian could not find him, he would have done so before he was found.

Sheril put away the blanket that covered half of her body. He took a drink and sipped it. Looking at the canned bread, he recalled the mistress giving it to him, then took it and opened it. His stomach was hungry, he took a piece of bread and bit it to the ground. Then lay his body back, hugging warmly the blanket given by Zian, to the point that he did not realize he was asleep.

Her morning.

The clock showed the number five in the morning, finished washing his face and purifying himself with ablution, he immediately performed worship, after which, Sheril came out of his room. His mood was very tense, he did not know what to do and where to start. He felt so wrong.

All right, I better prepare breakfast first. Are you confused what to cook too? He did not know what the habits of the residents of this house were. With the fruits of his own mind, finally the breakfast he made this morning was finished. After arranging food on the table, he did other activities.

Not so long Serena went down, she was stunned to see the dish on the table. Who's cooking? Is that woman?

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