MAFIA HOBBY FARMING

Chapters. 44. Is He Cravings?

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A subtle sigh began to sound, indicating Ben had fallen asleep.

Arabelle moves Ben's head, wants to move it to the pillow. Both her thighs started to cramp.

"Don't go" murmured Ben again immersing his face in Arabelle's stomach.

Shhh

Arabelle. "What's wrong with this guy? it's like I don't recognize her," Arabelle's inner.

His hand was raised to rub Ben's head. Arabelle rubbed that head with mixed feelings.

Getting a gentle swipe that makes Ben sleep soundly.

With great care, Arabelle moved Ben's head onto the pillow because she wanted to make Ben food.

Ben was so good that he was not disturbed.

Arabelle exited the room straight for the kitchen. The apartment is very spacious but has 1 room only.

"Yes he said if there is no food supply here, hmm so what should I cook?" murmured Arabelle was confused. "You contacted Bram from where, he was not allowed to hold a cell phone. He also knew that in this apartment there were many CCTV cameras.

Arabelle tried to open the fridge. His eyes widened to find a refrigerator full of various kinds of vegetables and pieces of meat neatly arranged there.

Didn't Ben just say that in this apartment there is no supply of raw materials. "Bas a liar" said Arabelle with pursed lips.

Without thinking anymore he took out the ingredients used for making soup.

He will make the most popular shchi soup in Russia.

See the condition of Ben donw, so this soup is better to restore his body's energy. Soup consisting of cabbage, sorrel, mushrooms, salmon, and smoked ribs.

Not a barrier for Arabelle to process the material because basically he likes to cook and always try other things while still in the Mansion owned by his parents.

Hummp

"The smell is delicious. How I suddenly wanted to," said Arabelle to myself. Hmm thankfully I made a lot," he said again while sipping the taste, is still lacking.

Feeling that there was nothing less he turned off the stove. Then poured into a bowl, he deliberately provided two bowls.

Two bowls of shchi soup on the dining table.

"Is he awake? it's late in the afternoon" murmured Arabelle as she glanced at the longest clock on the television table.

Arabelle steps into the room to make sure Ben. Sure enough the man was still asleep with a position hugging the bolster.

"How about this, want to wake up afraid of the mosquito. But not waking up later the soup was cold," he muttered.

Huhhhhh....

Arabelle breathed a quick breath. And finally try to wake Ben up.

"Let's get up" said Arabelle in a soft tone as she patted Ben on the back. But it didn't make him wake up. "Let's get up, I've made some soup, it'll be cold" whispered Arabelle.

Buccancy

Aww

Suddenly, Arabelle's body rests on Ben's body. It turned out that Ben suddenly pulled his body so that his position was like that.

"I told you, I don't want to eat anything but your body" Ben said raspingly typical of waking up.

"Let go!" Arabelle tried to get up but certainly not left by Ben.

Cup

In a moment the lips of the two fused together. Ben pulled the nape of Arabelle so he could scoop up those sexy lips.

Arabelle's eyes widened with her mouth gaping in shock, it was an advantage for Ben to reach out to her mouth.

Initially, Arabelle refused, but over time the defense collapsed again. Both of them enjoyed each other's lips with their eyes closed. With Ben's hand spread out on both chewy flesh that overstretched his burly chest.

Hhmmp

Decapan by decapan filled the contents of the silent room.

Uwekis.....

Suddenly Ben felt nauseous again so forced the hot kiss was released. He rushed to the bathroom.

Arabelle's set the rhythm of her heart. His face was red. Shame, of course, enveloped his heart, why he was easily lulled. "Remember Ara she's just using you," Arabelle's inner self. Instantly a fleeting memory of where Leksi is, even now is bearing the fruit of their love.

Arabelle's eyes were round as if she understood Ben's change. Ben often vomits and feels nausea and appetite lost. As the myth says it's a sign his wife is pregnant young, then cravings to the husband.

It is so coincident that it is likely true.

Seeing Ben not coming out of the bathroom made Arabelle get up, following her into the bathroom.

Ben washed his mouth while glazed over.

"Is it better?" ask Arabelle.

Ben did not answer because his mouth was still gargling. Arabelle could see Ben's face was so pale.

"You'd better eat first" suggested Arabelle in a cold manner.

Ben took a long breath. The symptoms he had just felt this time were excruciating. His stomach was stirred up in there.

Arabelle comes out of the bathroom and is followed by Ben.

Both of them went to the dining table. Arabelle pulls up a chair to sit on by Ben. Then pull the chair next to her for her to sit on.

"Eat it, it looks like your stomach is empty." Arabelle shifts the bowl in front of Ben.

Ben was silent, clutching his stomach.

"What's wrong? is it not good?" asked Arabelle with her mouth chewing softly.

"Where I know, just taste it yet," Ben said as he endured the pain.

"Want me help you with a bribe?" the question he had been waiting for finally escaped from Arabelle's mouth.

"I told you I don't want to eat, so don't force it" Ben's wits.

Not wanting to hear the unimportant rant made Arabelle change her sitting position. He sat down facing Ben. The bowl was then thrust a spoon into the mouth of Ben who was still tightly gripped.

"Eat it, I'm tired of making this," snapped Arabelle.

As Ben's mouth opened, he heard Arabelle's expression. Not gaping to welcome the bribe but out of shock to receive the snatch.

A..a....

1 Spoon landed in Ben's mouth. "Enak right? take it easy there is no poison in this, how can I get rid of the poison while just getting out can't" said Arabelle. " Hmm unless....." Arabelle hanging.

"Except what?" ask Ben while chewing.

"In addition to healing medicine," said Arabelle while stirring the soup.

Ben did not respond.

The state of being silent only sounds the twang of the spoon colliding with the bowl. It was unexpected that the soup was not there. Ben enjoyed it.

"Reduce," murmured Arabelle with excitement as when she was shot by a man.

"You're so happy?"

"That's just your feeling. Hmm, do you want to add?"

"Is there still?"

"It's still because I deliberately cooked a lot."

"Give me 1 more serving."

"He really craves," Arabelle's inner self with a baseless feeling of tightness.

A smile hidden on Arabelle's lips. Arabelle stood up to take it back.

Ben pulls the old bowl of Arabelle, eats it up the toilet.

"Our own is eaten? it was my ex, disgusted to know," said Arabelle, placing a bowl on the table.

"Don't be this small, yours alone I'm not disgusted," seduced Ben as he bit his inner cheek.

In an instant the red face of Arabelle was extinguished, thus making her throw away face.

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