Pretending to be Innocent Though Lust Satisfier

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"Hi, My Wife?"

Seeing the figure of a woman who had not seen for three days, of course, made Jonas smile with pleasure. But the response of the woman in front of him seemed inversely proportional to him, Qeunby looked flat. Even the usual smile imprinted on the little face of the woman was invisible. Precisely the face of holding in disgust is what is even plastered clearly on the face of his wife.

"Hooek!"

Both eyes Jonas bought when he saw his wife covered the nose and mouth resisted nausea. Soon Jonas walked up to his wife.

"You sick?" ask Jonas.

"You don't feel good, brother!"

Jonas listened to his wife. Just this time there was a woman who said that. Especially from the wife who usually sniffed at him while sleeping "Yes, I'll take another bath."

Regardless of the wife's complaint, Jonas carried Quenby's body and walked to the room. When viewed from the impulsive movement of the man, it seems like Jonas was already used to the layout in the house.

"Mother Sara, please make a warm drink!" jonas orders the woman who was standing not far from his wife.

After laying his wife on the bed, Jonas took a look at Qeunby's face. "You're pale, Qeun. Did we check into Hospital-"

"No need! Quenby just needs to sleep," refused his wife.

Before long Sara came in carrying a tray with two cups of warm tea on top. Then Sara took another cup for the Madam. But before that, Jonas took the cup from Sara's hand and brought it closer to the Wife.

"Come, have a drink first" said Jonas. He helped his wife to sit down.

After making sure his wife drank a few sips, Jonas returned the cup that was half-full of Sara. With orders through his eyes, Jonas asks Sara to leave him alone with his wife in the room.

Blam it!

The door was closed slowly by Sara. But Quenby was still floundering in his composure. Jonas who could not stand to open his voice immediately,

"Did meeting me make you sick, now?" The innuendo question did not make his wife open her mouth.

Qeunby was still speechless by staring in any direction. Everywhere, as long as it's not her husband's face.

"Sorry ...." Quenby just looked at her husband's face. " ... I'm so sorry for taking so long to resolve the misunderstanding between us"

Quenby unconsciously nodded. She agreed with the last statement her husband said.

"Yes ..at least now Brother comes while Quenby is awake, instead of coming quietly and sneaking in like a thief," the insinuation made Jonas rub his own nape.

He also just found out that the wife had caught the action when the woman lived in the house of the Aunt. His mother told him that. Even Luisa said that Quenby felt uncomfortable with Jonas' attitude that slipped to sleep without talking first about the problems between them.

"I'm just afraid you won't accept my coming-"

"Don't you think Quenby's now receiving a presence, Brother?" qeunby. Jonas back ciyut.

Suddenly the atmosphere of the room became quiet. None of them opened their voices. Qeunby was still seen waiting for her husband to explain the man's arrival. Jonas still has trouble putting words together.

Somehow the sentence he had prepared in advance faded immediately when he saw the attitude of his wife who seemed to not care.

"Free! Brother wants to throw or burn even though, if it's hearted Brother still expects him. It's no use, brother." Jonas raised his gaze towards the wife. "After all who would return to a place that was prepared for someone else!" Jonas gasped to hear the sentence from his wife's lips.

Remember Jonas. Your arrival is to solve the problem. Not rape.

Jonas had no explanation to deny it. Because his actions that still hold memories with his former lover cannot be justified. Whatever reason.

"I can't deny it. I was wrong. And I'm too stupid. But really, I don't have any feelings for him!" press Jonas.

"If it's like that, why is it that Big Brother and she are planning to take away Qeunby's child?!" Jonas saw his wife who started to get emotional.

"It was just a crazy plan! I never did anything-"

Quenby looked at Jonas with tears. "But why does Brother seem to agree to it! Even Big Brother seemed to agree with that woman to compensate Quenby! Why?!"

"I couldn't answer him immediately and was forced to follow the woman's play. Because the fate of my company is in His hands!" said Jonas.

Qeunby smiled bitterly. It turns out that her value as a wife is no more valuable than a Business agreement sheet.

"Qeunby knew you never put your heart on Qeunby. Even this marriage happens because we have a purpose for each other's benefit. But does Brother not have the heart to take Quenby's son and give it to the woman for you to take care of?!"

Alright Jonas. You are a bad man. Finish your history.

Jonas sat down next to his wife. He held the wife's shoulder with both hands. Then his eyes nailed the honey netra of his wife. He hoped that his words this time would not be misunderstood.

"I admit that I was wrong and too cowardly at the time. I was just still digesting everything when she said the accident left her unable to get pregnant again. And he blames me for everything that happened. Mind empty. There are too many new facts I know. So I don't know what to respond to when he says his crazy idea!"

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The cold air felt piercing the soft skin of Qeunby. A ray of light had entered into the gap of the curtains in his room.

Closing the eyes that Quenby saw first was the figure of her husband who fell asleep while holding her.

Recalling her conversation with her husband last night, Qeunby had a hard time sleeping. Last night Jonas told me everything about Briana and Endrew. Without anything being covered again.

From the story that her husband said last night, what Qeunby can capture is the fate of Quenby is still arguably lucky compared to Briana. And that's also what makes Quenby able to accept why her husband can only explain now.

Opening up one's disgrace is not a wise thing to do. Whatever the reason; including to clear up misunderstandings between them. Jonas is also involved. But instead of revealing the truth, in fact last night the husband sounded more like a confession.

Either Qeunby's heart was too fragile, or because she had already put her husband's heart on it. So that whatever mistakes the man made was easily lost like dust blown by the wind.

"Well, don't you get sick anymore?" jonas' hoarse voice drew Qeunby from his mind. The man looked at his wife who was lying like a kitten in his arms.

"Hm?" Qeunby looked up at her husband who looked half-conscious. She did not understand what her husband was asking.

Jonas shut his mouth because he yawned. The man was clearly still sleepy, then possessively hugged his wife's body tighter than before.

"You said last night I stink, until I get so nauseous. Not now, is it?"

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