Second Wife Young Master Arogan

Artificial Breath

Byur ...!

"Mr Axton!" screeched at Milah as Axton jumped into the pool without a cue. Anxiety increasingly filled the chest space when considering that Axton's actions could endanger him.

Oh my God, why is he acting so recklessly? Hope everything's okay. Inner Milah in between the worries of the heart.

On the other hand, Lana was stunned. Between believing or not, he tries to digest the feelings that are struggling in the mind of the heart.

I can't believe Axton sacrificed himself to save Naora. He shouldn't have done that. He was 'kan ... Uh! That's not possible.

"Mr Axton, Naora's son! Oh my God ...!" the sound of the cry of Milah, suddenly expel the reverie of Lana.

Axton comes to the surface, bringing the unconscious Naora to the edge of the pool.

Not likely. Axton still looks fine. Once again, Lana muttered in disbelief.

"Wake up, Naora!" Axton gave a few pats on Naora's cheeks, hoping that his efforts could awaken the woman.

The rapture of worries was obvious in the face of his look, as if the arrogance that always framed the taste, unraveled out of nowhere, replaced by a strangle of regret beyond measure.

Truly, Axton is currently at war with fear. Naora's faithful pair of neutrals recounted, reminiscent of the ugly shadow of childhood that continues to punish her to this day.

I don't know if it's a knock from the recesses of the heart. His body moved without him noticing. Doing an action that was never expected so far. Axton followed the whispers of conscience.

He examined Naora's breathing which turned out not to feel the slightest warm gusts from his nose. Continue to check the pulse on the weakly drooping wrist, the results were the same. Axton couldn't find his pulse.

Placed a pair of overlapping palms over Naora's chest, then carefully apply some pressure. However, it has not shown any signs of movement.

The fear is gripping. Axton is racing against time. A person's life is at stake, demanding him to move quickly. Without thinking much, he opened Naora's mouth and gave an artificial breath.

The deg!

There was a strange vibration anchored. Unusual spikes spread quickly into the heart. Touch on a pair of tiny lips Naora, successfully tickle sensitive points on the body.

I feel it again. What exactly is this feeling?

Uhuk! Uhuk!

Axton stopped the action when Naora coughed and pulled out all the water that filled her lung cavity.

"Son Naora! Are you conscious?" immediate relief was felt by Milah as Naora began to open her eyes. "Sir, we'd better take him straight to the room" he suggested. Axton nodded in response.

"My neck .. I have to take it." Naora dispelled the body of Axton who was about to carry her. His body is still weak.

So valuable is the necklace, until when the condition of the body is still helpless, he still attach importance to it. That certainly makes Axton furious. "Do you want to die?! You just realized!" the hardic. Actually the man was very worried about half-dead.

"My neckline ...." Naora didn't care, even though Axton was snapping at her.

"Basic stubborn woman! Huh!" axton grumbled, before plunging back into the water. After some time, he was stuck with a pendant necklace in his hand. "I found it."

Slowly Naora tried to get up from a lying position, despite great difficulty. Fortunately there was a Mirah who immediately spryly helped him. "Give it to me." His weak hand was carried in the direction of Axton.

"Not now."

"Ahk! Axton." Naora gasped when her body suddenly felt soaring into the air, her feet no longer resting on the earth, but now she was in Axton's arms.

"Bi Milah, please take Lana inside" Axton told Milah.

Lana who had been covered with jealousy because she saw Axton's heroic actions for Naora was disappointed. The man's caring attitude towards the honey, worried his heart. Secretly he felt riled up, fearing that his rights over Axton would be usurped.

"Honey .. Where are you going? Why don't you drive me?" Lana whining. Do not accept that the husband pays more attention to Naora.

"Lana, I'll just take her to her room. You go inside." Axton immediately breezed away carrying Naora in his carrier. He did not even pay attention to Lana's sour face that was clearly very visible.

Naora chose to resign. He knows, on the other hand, that an act of rejection or rebellion is a futile thing to do with the condition of his weak body. Frankly, he was very dismissive of the situation as it is today.

Along the way to the room, the two pairs of eyes Axton and Naora seemed to meet several times even though they quickly ended by turning their eyes in the other direction. Busy yourself with each other.

Not now. My pride would be ruined if I passed out in front of him. Secretly Axton desperately endured the discomfort on his body.

His body felt extremely hot, even his face looked extremely pale. Is she okay? Naora realized that something was wrong with the man who was carrying her.

"Don't put me on the bed, the sheets will get wet" Naora said as Axton was about to lay down her still-wet body on the contest.

"Your request was rejected." She ignored Naora's words and kept her little body on the bed.

"You still look very weak. Stay where you are."

"I want to go to the bathroom, change clothes."

"Don't look for trouble, Naora. Wait for the servants to help you."

"Come on, I just want to change my clothes with a dry one. Why are you so weird? Since when do you care about me?"

"Then don't close the bathroom door."

Naora was astonished, how could she not close the door when she wanted to change clothes, while there was Axton in her room. Yes ... although the man has the right to see the entire curve of his body because he is already her husband. But ... the story is different.

"Your request was rejected." Naora throws back Axton's words.

"I don't accept rejection." Axton approached the bathroom door and opened it. "Quick change clothes, I'll keep an eye on you."

Crossing both hands in front of the chest as a form of self-protection. Naora put on a look of disbelief. Axton's tongue can speak like that very lightly. Without thinking about his feelings, he might be stricken with shame.

"Rather than you bother my mangawis changing clothes it's better you go back to your room. Your clothes are soaking wet too." Naora tries to shift Axton's intentions. Give him the right advice.

"Hurry in, Naora. I just don't want you to bother me again for fainting in the bathroom" he said in a voice that sounded increasingly weakened.

Naora gasps when she realizes Axton's strange behavior. The man looked slightly bent, with his hands held on to the wall to withstand the weight of the body.

"Axton, are you okay?" a sudden anxiety struck, leading Naora to approach Axton. Recalling a moment ago he felt a very hot temperature on the body of the man, put a palm on his forehead to check it. "You're so hot, Axton!"

My chest is so tight. I cannot fall in front of him, Axton lamented in his heart.

"It seems you're not well." Naora several times gave a touch of hands on Axton's face which is now wet with cold sweat.

"Don't touch me." A little Naora's hand came out of her face.

"Hi! I'm just trying to check on you. I'll take you to Lana's room."

Bruk!

"Ahk! Axton!"

Naora had not had time to carry out her intention, she had to be attacked by panic when Axton's body collapsed and seemed to have difficulty breathing. Naora's gasps ran up to the door limit of the room.

"Bi Milah ... Ana .... anyone, please help me," she cried for help, then came back and sat down next to Axton.

"You why? Don't scare me!"

Axton can't answer. The tightness that filled the chest cavity made him extremely helpless.

"Oh my God .. What to do? He seems to have trouble breathing. Why do people come so long? Should I help him with artificial breath first?" Naora thought for a moment.

"Okay, I think I should do it."

Armed with sober knowledge, the beautiful woman directly pressed her lips to her lips Axton. It blew a lot of air out of its mouth.

"You ...."

"Did?" Naora gasped, then slightly distanced her lips. Until leaving a little space distance with Axton's face. "What's wrong? Are you getting lost?"

"You dare to kiss me, Naora ...," his voice faltered for a moment because of the tightness that was still gushing over his chest. "You're responsible."

"ee? The responsibility of ap-." as yet unfinished Naora spoke, she had to be taken aback as a large hand pulled quickly at the nape of her neck and felt a pair of warm chewy objects land on her lips.

Yeah, Axton kissed him. Even in his weakened condition, he still had time to give a soft lum*tan to Naora's rannum lips. And ... his kiss stopped when his consciousness was gone.

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Thor: Sorry yesterday I couldn't go up. Barbie's head is dizzy .. and not feeling well.

Dergen: It can hurt too?

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