My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 27: Who's She?

Arana shook her head. Hiding his panic behind his pretentious calm.

Good.

Well, if someone says Arana's not panicking, then she's crazy! See how Arana even broke out in cold sweat and to the point of shaking her legs. Come on, Arana's future could be threatened here. How could he be so calm?

"Darling, rather than assuming that your husband is useless, let's prove that I am useful. Very useful." Alva's speech made Arana's backbone tense. His book stood up and he was goosebumps. Arana gave a smile. "I didn't mean it that way, baby. I mean it, I'm sorry if I accidentally offended you. We, let's forget about this, okay?"

Alva looked at Arana firmly. "I won't let my wife have a no-no idea about me."

Alva shook her head as she approached Arana. The closer Alva gets, the more panic in Arana's eyes becomes hidden. "Darling!!"

"Oahhhh! I'm coming to the moon!" Arana screamed with a face as red as a tomato. His hands were consciously covering his face.

Should he hit Alva with a pot or frying pan for the man to lose his memory of what he just said?

Are there any medications that can make a person lose his or her memory?

If there is, call Arana right now!!

"Gt!" Alva laughed a little. The laughter managed to make Arana stunned and looked up, looking at Alva who was looking at her with a shady smile and a warm gaze that made Arana's heart churn foreign.

Alva sincerely said, "I will only touch you when you allow me, dear. Don't worry about anything, okay?"

Arana could not say. He was silent and could not react for some time when Alva dropped a light peck on his forehead. People say a kiss on the forehead signifies loyalty, holy love and sincerity. Arana will believe what they say, because her grandmother always did it to her. And Arana knew that she really loved him.

Arana lowered her eyes and slightly crept her hands under the table. "I'm sorry, Va. I, I'm not ready."

Or will never be ready at any time.

Alva smile. "It's okay. I understand if you still feel fear because it will be a first for us. I get it, so there's no need to feel guilty or even feel like I don't love you or worst of all, I'm impotent because I don't touch you."

Arana nodded. Put on a shy smile. "Thank you, baby."

Alva nodded with a smile. "I was just kidding."

"He's not Alana."

The smile on his face did not seem an item at all. His cold face almost carried an aura capable of making anyone shudder in horror. His dark bead that was as dark as night became more and more cold and sharp than a pair of newly sharpened knives on a grindstone. If a gaze could kill, it could kill hundreds of people with just a single glance.

Next to him, Erlan frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Alva again said firmly. "He's not Alana."

"What are you talking about? How could he not be Alana? With all her arrogance and arrogance, how could she possibly not be that girl?" Erlan asked in succession.

Alva turned and looked at Erlan. "What is the reason I did this? I married her out of my revenge, Lan. I really find out what he likes and what he doesn't like. I want to make her life suffer by giving her what she likes and destroying her when she's already enjoying everything that's her dream."

"But since the boutique, she's barely recognized me, Lan." Alva's speech is cut short when she is sucked in her memory, comparing the old Alana, and the present Alana.

A slanted smile was created on his face, creating a sinister expression on his beautiful face. "Have you heard him call me once with such a sweet affection?"

Erlan scrunched his forehead. Okay, Alana never calls Alva with affectionate calls.

"Have you ever known or had any information that he could defend himself? Have you seen him let me touch him even give him a kiss?" Alva removed her grin and her face turned cold.

In her gray and black study, Alva clenched her hands. "I suspected him even by his way of speaking. The tone he used was very different."

"He even ignored the rules of his diet and ate the heavy meals I was advised to eat. If he was normally, do you think he wouldn't turn the dining table around? Don't you think this is weird, Lan?"

Alva is rattling her manic. "That pair of beads. If you look at it closely, the pair of beads is brighter."

Looking at Alva's sharp gaze, Erlan felt a slight sense of confusion. Recalling his reunion with the girl, Erlan realizes that the Alana he knows now is quite different from the usual Alana. It's true, Alana didn't even let Alva touch her.

Erlan thought that Alva's plan to marry Alana would fail because the girl was indifferent, arrogant and haughty, even to Alva who was judged by many women out there. Erlan hesitantly opened her voice. "Then if he's not Alana—,"

"—who is he?"