My Crazy Lady's

Chapter 133 (MCL)

It took a while for Alex to react, Hanna looked so beautiful, so young and fragile, facing Alex in a rebellious manner, until like a tired female tiger must behave how to deal with situations that corner her.

However, Alex recalls Peter Pattigrew's son of a bitch, loudly saying all the evidence of Hanna's affair with the son of a bitch Malory in front of his friends, makes Alex remind himself that his wife is a calculating con.

Alex's reaction and answer at the club were all in order to keep his wife's good name. He didn't want anyone in this town to look down on Hanna. He won't be able to, no! Hanna's honor is more than anything. Damn, even if it had to hurt his heart.

Can she imagine Hanna and Will's secret meeting. His blood was boiling, he was so toyed with, considered meaningless.

Will clearly knew that the inn was an inn full of negative connotations. Only couples who have an affair usually choose to stop there.

Even so, Alex's anger is momentarily appeased by Hanna's presumptuous proposal that she confine herself in this room with the woman.

Hang out with Hanna?Good Lord! Alex can't even stand being at home with Hanna. Hating Hanna with excitement, and very much wanted Hanna until she felt tormented.

"If you leave this estate again without my permission, you'll crave the 'softness' I showed you earlier, even more so. So, don't fuck me, Hanna!"

Alex has taught Hanna to be proud of the power she has over her body, and one brutal kiss shows Hanna how much Alex still confuses her.

That realization made Hanna dare to look at Alex and say with a slightly flushed face, "I've wanted it, My Lord."

Then Hanna began to rebel, she added as she turned around and walked into the clothing room, "But, I will obey you and at least ask for permission before leaving this place."

Hanna heard her bedroom door shut, then leaned limp in the cold of the clothing room, more shaken by the confrontation than she showed.

This perfunctory threat about burning down the house is not the reason that prevents Alex from keeping Hanna in the bedroom.

Hanna knew, as well as Alex, that man could hold Hanna easily here with the loyal servant who acted as a bodyguard to prevent the woman from doing anything dangerous. But Hanna surprises Alex by inviting the man to stay with her here.

He plays with fire, Hanna knows it. I could not risk making Alex angry so he decided to get rid of the man.

The thought of escaping from there as he had planned before, seemed impossible to do. If she still wants to repair her household, reclaim her husband's heart, then Hanna must be near Alex, so that she can continue to stir up the fire of passion in Alex. Either anger or passion will encourage Alex to be quiet.

After all, don't think Hanna doesn't know, a lot of single women or the wives of people who want to be in Alex's arms. Curse them!

On the east wing, Alex lay awake in bed, grimly thinking about the past and the future. Currently, he managed to find an explanation for every word or action Hanna did not want to explain the woman.

Peter Pattigrew's hurtful speech took over common sense. The man was blinded by anger, hatred and feeling betrayed.

If they didn't live in the same house, maybe Alex could find a place to vent their suffering. He could move into a house in the city, on Upper Brook Street, and live his old life, or he could go to France or Spain for a few months.

It seemed to be the perfect idea, but Hanna was carrying her child - like a whisper in her heart that strengthened her faith, though upon hearing Peter Pattigrew's words, the doubt struck back -, and just in case there are complications during pregnancy, Alex can't be away from Hanna.

No, a house in town would be better. Alex's need for diversion and physical need could be met in London. What Alex has to do is just take Hanna to some events for the next month or two, then when Hanna's pregnancy starts to show, Hanna won't be able to travel again, so no one would feel weird if Hana was no longer seen with him.

Then, when they saw Alex with another woman, the chatty old ladies would cluck in shock and whisper to each other, 'Women who are nobody' the one Alex married couldn't keep Alex for long, and they all knew this was how it ended. That rotten idea made Alex that night a little excited.

Alex hopes Hanna conceives a son, because that's the only chance Alex gets an heir. Otherwise, he would have let his cousin, as well as his mother's adopted son, Stephen produce an heir.

Thank God Alex can count on Stephen for that. This land and title was always held by a Claymore and Alex's father was the only son among his five brothers.

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The next morning, the, Hanna writes a carefully selected letter to Alex stating that Lord Archibald's parents will be celebrating the wedding anniversary and Hanna has already promised Miranda to attend the big party it was tonight, and Hanna was very appreciative if Alex was willing to go with her.

He sent the letter to the east wing through Corazon, then paced around waiting for Alex to answer.

With a trembling finger Hanna opened the letter at the bottom, where there was a ketus reply in Alex's thick handwriting.

'Tell my servant, whether or not her clothes are official' Hanna folded back the paper, brought it to her chest, clenched with a joyful laugh. In the corner of his eye was a clear liquid, which he rubbed against his index finger.

That night, Hanna spent more time in her life dressing up. Mery arranged Hanna's hair into an intricately decorated golden bun that belonged to Hanna's grandmother. Sticking between his chest*dara, a simple topaz pendant surrounded by rows of diamonds belonging to his grandmother as well.

He did not use Claymore family jewelry. In fact, she did not use her beautiful engagement ring. It wasn't until that way Hanna wanted to show her attitude towards Alex. It occurred to me for a few minutes, Hanna wanted to take off her golden wedding ring, but could not do so, there was a feeling of pain and discomfort if she let go of that very sacred object.

Alex stood at the end of the white and gold sitting room, staring grimly out the window with a glass of whiskey in hand, looking very extraordinary in black official clothing.

With the highlight of the jail in her eyes, Hanna walked into the sitting room in a gleaming, gold-adorned chiffon dress. Hanna did not release her golden scarf draped across the chest, which formed a semicircle on her back and had no intention of letting go until they arrived at Miranda's parents' house.

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