Married With Mr. Mafia

Tamu

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Ting!

Gisha sped up her way to open the door of her house, she knew William was hungry, and she was sure the person in front was the one who delivered the food.

"Mr William, you must be sege-ha! You who? Why are you at William's house?!"

He was astonished, the man in black clothes looked at Gisha in wonder. Don't ask, Gisha is equally her, not much different from the expressions of those who are shocked by each other.

"You who?" Ask Gisha back, she does not know this strange stranger, where her gaze seems to say that Gisha is a bad person. A little added to Gisha's frustration at noon today.

"You who is it? And where's Boss William?" He asked, as if he did not want to lose. And feel that Gisha is a bad person and quite suspicious.

"Oh, me? I'm Mr. William's wife, and now she's in the shower. And who are you?"

"Huh? Wife? Boss is married? Where possible! That boss, that kind of boss is married? The guy who's gonna cut tang-"

"Gisha!!!" William's shout from upstairs cut off the black-clothed man's speech. William ran quickly towards Gisha. Even his white shirt had not been buttoned up perfectly.

"Yes? Wh why? Is something wrong? Why are you screaming?" Gisha looked at William suspiciously, was that obvious, right? That guy's acting is weird.

"There's nothing wrong, he's my guest. You go back to the room first, don't come out until I pick you up myself. Understood?" William's gaze had already explained everything, that Gisha should obey this time. There can be no objection, let alone rejection. A sharp look that William often let out when he wanted to threaten Gisha.

"the food? are you hungry already? Or do I cook first?"

"no need. Soon the meal will be coming, so wait in the room for a while, I'll be there soon." William leaves a warm kiss on the head of Gisha. Gently rubbing the wife's hair.

Gisha looked at William for a while, before she finally turned around and walked back with resignation. Although curious Gisha also did not dare to ask, even if she dared to ask, William would not answer her honestly, so it was useless. It is better that Gisha save herself and her breath immediately go from there, away from the likes of William and his strange guests. Let them talk about what they want, while it won't hurt Gisha, Gisha doesn't care.

"Ah wait, sorry for yelling rudely at you. I don't mean to, I don't even have the intention of getting mad at you, my wife does she understand?" William held Gisha's hand. That last question sentence managed to make Gisha's entire body stiff, it was incredible the pressure that William gave. Everything always went the way William wanted it to. William said sorry, but the aura he exuded was very opposite.

"I understand that." Gisha nodded slowly, indeed she had the courage to refuse to understand? After that, Gisha had no desire to rebel.

"Wait for me in the room, don't go anywhere, and don't run." William briefly kissed Gisha's lips, before he finally let go of his wife's hand to return to the room.

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Gisha looked at her face in the mirror, she had just finished her bath, drying every strand of her hair.

Even though Gisha said she didn't care, in the end she kept thinking about who that person was? Who was the guest who suddenly came and called William the Boss?

'Is he William's subordinate? Yes, even if he was hated, he would still be the young master of the Moran family.'

Gisha stared at her long, still wet hair, she hated the drying part of this hair, because she kept thinking about her real mother. Since childhood, her mother often dries her hair, but unfortunately, now the gentle angel has changed, becoming a stranger that Gisha no longer knows her person.

"Did I have a haircut?"

"My wife wants a haircut? Should we go to the salon now?"

Gisha turned her head straight back, after hearing her husband's answer to the question Gisha was asking for herself.

"Mr William?" Gisha reflexes to call William.

"Please lose the word Master, you are not my subordinate, you are my only wife. Call William, or my husband can." William walked over, with a smile as meaningful as ever. A terrifying handsome smile, capable of pressing Gisha all the way to her bones.

William has lowered his command, for that, Gisha must obey, right? But, instead of calling William with the call 'My husband' would be hundreds of times better to call him by his name alone.

'What is my husband, No! Don't want to!'

Gisha's promise, the sentence she just uttered in her heart, William would never know, or his history would completely end in the hands of this madman.

"Will?" Gisha intended to abbreviate his name only, if until all the letters are mentioned.

Without Gisha noticing, William looked at her with a strange, smoldering gaze, like a wolf that had already tagged hers.

"Well, Will is much better. My wife is the best, so do we have to go to the salon for a haircut?" William picked up the towel that Gisha had been using to dry her hair. Will takes over Gisha's job of drying her hair.

Gisha shook her head slowly, she was unable to answer Will's question. Don't ask, his heart pounded as William rubbed his head more and more, not out of love or liking. The problem was that every second and William's breath felt different.

"I have some bad news. You tau? Later that night we are invited to dinner with Moran's family. And we have to come, because of this dinner, Grandpa himself held it. Grandfather was the most powerful man in the Moran family." William said opening his serious conversation, the atmosphere was getting heavier, full of pressure, even Gisha could feel tightness in her chest.

"Bad news? Doesn't that mean good news? We were invited to a family event, after all this time you were exiled?"

Actually Gisha did not want to interfere and preferred to be silent to observe, not wanting to go further in the confusing Moran family business. But the thing is, it's not polite that Gisha just shut up after William spoke at such length.

"Pffttt my wife is so innocent. Don't you know? If I was Steven Moran's bastard son, the great disgrace of the Moran family, whom they hated but had to admit because of all this grandfather's orders."

"I know you're an illegitimate child, but it's not your fault, no one wants to choose to be born an illegitimate child."

"My gisha is really a good person." William smiled, his hands hugging Gisha's shoulders tightly. Both of them looked at the mirror, looking at each other with their reflections. Gisha could tell how terrifying the smile William was now reflecting, Gisha really did not dare to refute him at this moment.

"So we'll continue to be insulted at dinner tonight?"

"It usually is, but you're calm. I will always protect you. Don't worry too much, you're on my side. The rest I'll take care of." William left some traces of his possession on Gisha's white neck. The owner of the neck also did not dare to move, let alone refuse. Like William alone, Gisha did not dare to argue, she was indeed weak.