My Crazy Lady's

Chapter 134 (MCL)

An hour-and-a-half journey was taken in silence, but Hanna comforted herself by imagining Alex's reaction later when she saw her payu*dara stand out beautifully because the front of the dress was so low and bold.

If in the mood like now, Alex did not like Hanna's emerald green dress, the man would definitely not like the dress that now adheres beautifully on Hanna's body.

"We're not the opposite" Hanna comments as they arrive at their destination and Alex helps the woman get off the covered roof train.

"What do you mean?" alex said coldly.

"I mean, the color of the clothes we wear," Hanna explained innocently. With a casual feigned gesture, Hanna pulled off the golden scarf and let it slide off the fingers as it stepped beside Alex towards the Archibald house.

"I don't know what the difference is..." Alex suddenly stopped, glaring ice-cold eyes as he glued to a shiny leather bulge above the glistening front of the dress.

In a low, angry voice, Alex asked, "Are you trying to see how far you can get me mad?"

"No, My Lord," said Hanna politely, noticing the astonished gazes of the guests who had arrived. "How could I have made you more angry than I did by giving you a child."

"If you would take my advice," Alex snapped, trying very hard to control his anger. "You must remember your condition and behave appropriately tonight."

Hanna put on a carefree smile, noticing Alex's fiery gaze fixated on her chest. "Of course," Hanna replied lightly. "I intend to do it, but my embroidery does not fit in my cloth wallet!" With a hoot, Hanna brandished her small beaded bag. For the people of London, graceful and ethical work for noble women, symbolized by her ability to embroider.

Alex understood, at this time Hanna wanted to make fun of him for his words about politeness, to not take it anymore, approached his wife, who then gasped in shock and pain when Alex clutched his arm, he said, the man's fingers pierced his skin.

"Don't hold back on having fun at the party tonight, 'cause this is the last party you attended. You'll be at Claymore until the boy is born, and I'll move into the house in town."

All hope and determination evaporated from Hanna, leaving her feeling numb and empty. He tries to pull his arm off, but Alex's grip holds up. "Then please don't embarrass us tonight by leaving a trace of your hatred in my arm."

Alex's grip loosened so suddenly, that it felt as if Alex had unknowingly touched Hanna. "Pain, like love, is something to be shared," Alex snapped as they passed by the butler.

Ever since entering the sitting room, Hanna vaguely felt that something was wrong, but did not know what. It's just that everyone looks so normal.

No, even this is so perfectly normal, as if they were deliberately trying to look normal.

Almost an hour later, Hanna looked up and saw Peter Pattigrew Hanna smiling and nodding and bowing, but as the Lord walked over to Hanna, she pretended to be busy talking to the group surrounding her.

Hanna can't believe it, Peter Pattigrew would say a good thing. He is famous as a man who likes to insult, sharp-tongued, so Hanna always tries to keep her distance from the man.

Fortunately Hanna's eyes caught the arrival of Julia and her husband. The two came, full of smiles approaching him. Hanna smiled back. At least there are things that can make him smile at the time of pain he experienced.

"It's good to see you two here" Hanna received a hug from Julia. The girl's face looked very happy. It seemed like both of them were already able to get out of the household problems they had faced recently.

The three chatted happily, as if there were no people around. Hanna could laugh sincerely.

"What a pity that you are Lady Malory, you have been deceived by your friend and husband!" back Alex curses in the heart.

Miranda, who had come to join the three of them, immediately gave an answer to the strange atmosphere that enveloped the night. "Oh, for God's sake," he said as he pulled Hanna to his side and whispered while glancing around. "My father was very strange in some ways. I couldn't believe my ears when she told me five minutes ago about the great effort she made to persuade that woman to come here as a surprise to my mother who really liked her."

"What are you talking about?" Hanna whispered back while a bad premonition began to jolt in her brain.

"Iris Lancaster's. He's right here! My father called a friend of his other friend to persuade her to come here and sing tonight. He's a guest at the palace where he's going to perform tomorrow night, and..."

Hanna didn't hear the rest. Her legs and arms started to tremble ever since Miranda mentioned the name of her beautiful and most famous former mistress.

Iris Lancaster is in London, in this house with Alex. And less than an hour ago, Alex announced his intention to move into the man's house in London. Hanna does not remember what she said to Miranda or how she managed to return to the group of acquaintances that Hanna had left because Malory's husband and wife had also left home, Julia's stomach was cramped.

Horrified, Hanna waited for the moment when Iris Lancaster walked into the room.

The large sitting room was crowded. From the corner of her eye, Hanna sees Alex entering the room just as the piano player sits in front of her large piano, and the music player picks up their respective instruments.

Tension hangs in the air, and Hanna does not know if it is because of the appearance of the woman whose voice and beauty are legendary and her presence in the waiting around the capital in Europe, or because everyone was secretly watching Alex meet face to face with the woman again.

Alex, who paused to talk to someone, finally approached Hanna. It felt as if a crowd of people were opening a path so that the two of them could walk to the front row surrounding the piano.

Hanna stood up with her hand holding Alex's arm. He knew the man did not want the treatment, but Hanna felt nauseous and needed something to hold on to. "There is no voice in the world like Miss Lancaster, if you ask me" said the old man beside Alex.

Under Hanna's fingers, the woman felt Alex's arm muscles tighten then slowly turn relaxed. Alex was nervous, that's Hanna's guess.

My God, why would Alex look so handsome tonight, so voluptuous?

The Irish Lancaster entered the room gracefully, her blonde hair so beautiful, and Hanna had to admit the woman was very beautiful, seductive and seductive. Hanna's eyes had already started to tear up, unable to divert the envious gaze from the woman.

She has the slim body of Venus and the attractiveness data of a woman who is confident in her extraordinary beauty without obsessing over it.

And when the Irish started singing, Hanna felt the room spinning. The woman had a melodious voice that could be heard softly in the ears or turn loud until it sounded hoarse and sensual.

There was a twinkle of laughter in those eyes while singing, as if he felt a silent adoration directed at him by the hundreds of people who were listening and watching him. She's the Goddess tonight, who managed to hypnotize the hundreds of eyes that were fixed on her.

Compared to that woman, Hanna felt childish, innocent, and ancient. And very nauseous. Because now Hanna knows exactly what it means to be Alex's mistress.

Hanna's mind was already beginning to shake with those thoughts that managed to make her weak. Irish with sparkling blue eyes, getting to know Alex's intoxicating kiss, once lay flat in Alex's arms and felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure when Alex put their bodies together.

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