Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Guarding You From the Stains

"Abang's home yet?" Kira put down her phone, lowered her leg. He got up from the sofa and welcomed her husband. Between believe and not, Kira repeatedly sees the clock and the window that has not been closed. The sky outside was still bright and orange.

"Have you taken a shower?" Kira who was lowering her husband's suit, just nodded. "Don't go anywhere!"

It sounded so loud, his lips pursed, "would I tell you?"

Harris chuckled amusedly, sniffing the deadly lips once but soon repeating them as Kira reluctantly pushed back the gleaming red lips. Suck Kira's lower lip a little, "don't act like it, if you don't want to sweat a shower!"

Again, a seductive naughty expression made Kira annoyed, increasingly scowled, but Kira's cheeks became redder.

Harris stretched out his hand, pushing Kira to the bed. Subjecting the face, taking a tilted position. "As long as your son's a henchman, let's warm up first!"

Kira who was investigating until her eyes narrowed as if she knew the other meaning of her husband, reluctant to obey. After all, the children were at his grandparents' house. Mute after the bath later, so that the duration is longer, ups, thought Kira pushing her lips to hold a smile no less sneaky.

"Can't, brother stinks of sweat and lots of germs! Shower there!" Both of Kira's hands pressed down on Harris's chest which was squeezing him even more. "Mandi or brother want me to call the kids home? Let Brother ngenes tonight?"

"Don't...." Like a bolt of lightning, Kira's fierce gaze pushed Harris away quickly. "Every Her Majesty, I will bathe clean and germ-free, let the Queen be satisfied with my service,"

"Detestructive," Kira let out a gesture of wanting to vomit when she saw Harris acting like a servant to her queen.

Once again, Harris chuckled, peeping again at Kira's lips that were not yet fully straight. "Beautiful dress up, wear the sexiest clothes, okay!"

Harris walked backwards, blinking one eye.

"Based on a bad husband," each Harris asked Kira to dress up for sure Harris would take her out. Even if it's just dinner. If only spent time in the room, Harris never let himself be stained by a thread or a piece of powder.

Overcoming the surprise that really made her surprised and awkward, Kira always chose safe clothes for all atmosphere. The A-line dress has always been her favorite model, but it's a little more revealing. Stir it in front of the mirror.

"Maybe two dinners, "kira muttered. Recalling what her husband said.

- Beautiful dress and sexy clothes

"Ah don't, it's expensive, baby if it's torn so patchy," Kira hangs back a dress that she thinks is very expensive.

Finally, after brushing a few times, he arrived at a one shoulder dress made from elastic. Tight with high cleavage.

"Until your hands are cramped you won't be able to tear them, either" take off a slightly stifling shirt. Tidy up here and there, until it feels comfortable.

Harris exited the bathroom as Kira was sweeping her cheekbones with a large brush. He was so excited that he stopped moving his hair. Staring at the soft-looking shoulders is tempting. The shadow of him tracing the skin danced, making his blood flow crawl up. Harris swallowed his saliva, until the bones in his neck went up and down.

But only briefly, trying to suppress the temptation of the heart for a while longer. Pretend to be indifferent by loosening the pressure in his throat.

With a quick step avoiding Kira discovering her admiring the smooth expanse ready to be painted, Harris headed for her closet, wearing her clothes quickly.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Harris hurriedly turned around with short closed eyes. Normalizes itself.

"Damn it," Harris hissed, clenching his teeth. His extremely brash wife, raised her legs on the chair in front of the dresser. Hooked his pointy and tall shoelaces. Watching his long legs due to a hemisphere that is too high. It seemed on purpose, seeing the brash woman's mischievous expression.

Harris stepped up quickly, approaching Kira who was still lingering on her shoes. Throwing the suit he was about to wear carelessly, flipping his hair back quickly and violently.

His outstretched hand stamped his cheek with his thumb and index finger. He moved closer to his face.

Although Kira hid her smile, but the cheeks and twinkle in her eyes clearly showed her flirting with her husband.

Grabbing her husband's hand gently, Kira lowered her. His cheeks hurt, the sturdy hand was too forcefully pressing down on him.

"Dinner outside dong, Yang! This beautiful time ends horribly. Don't want to, uh!" Kira ended her speech so flirtatious, biting her lower lip a little, clenching a glimpse of one of her eyes.

Cussing inwardly, Harris turned her hand to hook Kira's slender waist. Surrounding her face was full of warnings. "Therefore keep your attitude until the dinner is over" her free hand pulls the high hemisphere of her dress closer together. Stomping loudly until Kira was shaken.

"Ups, sorry Yang," Kira grimaced, not sick, not afraid, but rather towards mocking.

Dour, and immediately away from his wife's body, grabbed a suit and tie and put it on while walking.

- Fundamental teaser

"Let me help you, Yang!" Kira was already halfway through extending her hand in front of Harris' chest. Seeing Harris having trouble putting a tie around his neck, Kira took the initiative to help him.

Harris twisted his body, away from Kira, as if afraid of hers being taken by Kira. "That's all,"

- Something made me mess up

"If you want to help me, get out of front of me" cried Harris turned his back to Kira.

Kira just giggled at seeing Harris upset. "Well, I'm down first!"

Grabbing her handbag and cell phone, Kira breezed to the door. Letting her husband go, for he did not force her to wear his tie.

The house felt quiet, only a few arts were still gathered in the dining room. Her father-in-law's mother-in-law's grandchildren are in her house. Kira guessed, it was Harris who arranged for the children to part temporarily from her.

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