Second Wife Young Master Arogan

Nathan Alexander's

Along the way home, a pair of hazel pearls were still reluctant to take their eyes off the view beyond the car window. While propping up his chin, he fell. His mind again remembered the message of his adoptive father.

Naora, Daddy doesn't want a divorce in your marriage. You're the only woman who deserves to be my son. In order to fulfill the last mandate of both your parents, you must endure. Believe me, Axton will realize that his decision to marry Lana is wrong.

Naora stopped her daydream with one long breath. Expel all transverse ambiguous thoughts. But alas, the thought was as if it was not broken charcoal. Keukuh interrupted Naora cheerfully.

"What does Daddy really know about Lana? If Daddy was willing to tell you all, I would not have made this goal. Haah! Just make a thought." He changed his sitting position without shifting his eyesight from outside the window.

"Before I got home, Daddy kept reminding me to give him a grandson soon. And it's a hundred times harder than having to climb the stairs all the way to the hundredth floor."

Scrambling the origin of the hair interspersed with frustrated groans, then throwing his rough back on the backrest of the car seat. "How could I have done it with him, whereas all this time our relationship was never good."

"Imagine making love to her I'm so embarrassed," Naora's babbling sounded like a mouse squeak at the end of her sentence.

Pasting both palms on both sides of her cheeks that suddenly reddened like cherries. The dirty shadow that danced on his head, instantly embarrassed him himself.

The woman continued to monologue to herself, not realizing that the driver smiled bitterly because he heard the babbling of his master's son.

Naora's view that had not been separated from outside the window suddenly tarpaut on an action group of city street singers who were showing off the sound of gold and skill in playing music. He was interested in enjoying it more closely. Counting, refreshing his stressed brain because of a lot of barthinking. So interior.

Naora lightly patted the driver's shoulder. "Sir Hasan, I'll just stop here." Hasan stepped on the brake pedal and pulled the car over.

"Sir Hasan just went home."

Hasan slightly twisted his body backwards. "But, Non, I have to drive you home."

"No need sir. I want to get some fresh air first. My home is also not far from here. I can call a taxi."

Naora chattered as her hands ransacked the contents of her bag. A smile flashed on his lips when the thing he was looking for met, and he gave it to Hasan. "This is for you sir, just think of it as a friend on your way home."

Hasan received Naora's gift in the form of several packs of milk pie with a warm smile. Although very simple, but full of attention.

"Thank you, Miss."

"I'll say yes, that's Mr. Hasan's favorite. Yeah, I'm down first, be careful on the road, sir."

"Yes, Non. Miss be careful too."

"okay."

Naora got out of the car. Heyun a pair of legs wrapped in flatshoes that approached the street singer show that had been mobbed by the audience.

Bugs!

"Bigh!"

However, he had not had time to join the crowd, his body had to wander backwards due to colliding with someone from the opposite direction. If there were not a pair of burly hands catching it, there would probably be a romantic scene of butt kissing the ground due to a fall.

"Sorry, Miss. Are you hurt?" asked a young man with his hands still holding Naora's body.

Feeling uncomfortable with inappropriate positions if left too long, because given her status as a married woman, Naora broke free from the twists of her burly hands on her stomach.

"I'm fine, Sir. Thank you for helping me."

"You shouldn't thank me, because I almost caused you to fall. Again I'm sorry."

"It's not a problem, then excuse me first."

The leg that was about to step was unsealed, as the man tried to dispel by holding next to his arm. Until inviting full-question mimicry on his face.

"Sorry, what's up?" ask Naora.

"I think I've caused another problem, miss."

"meaning?"

"The drinking water I brought .. spilled your shirt, once I apologize." The man felt bad.

Naora lowered her gaze towards her clothes. "Ahh .. Yes, why did I just realize it?" Naora was a little surprised. Yes, just a little. "But it's not a big deal, I can wash it. And the problem is sorted out, right? You don't have to feel bad."

"Can't do that, Miss. I have to answer for it anyway."

"No need, sir."

"I'm sorry, I'll stay in charge. Now come with me. I'll buy you new clothes." The young man pulled Naora's hand, intending to take her to the shopping mall which happened to be not far from where they were standing.

"But, sir, I can't go with people I don't know." Naora refused.

The man scored a smile. Trying to understand Naora's rejection. But that doesn't mean he'll just stop. Pretending to be blind will the responsibility of his mistakes is not part of his personality.

Naora looked at the hand of the man who was waiting for the reception in front of her. He seemed hesitant, even if he raised his hand.

"Oh, I just want to introduce myself." The man named Nathan pulled Naora's hand and pressed it against her palm. "Nathan." He repeated his name with a one-time hand shake.

"Your name?" ask Nathan.

"Naora," he replied and pulled back his hand.

"Don't we know each other, so I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I took you inside the building." Nathan carries his index finger pointing towards the mall across the street.

"Sorry, Sir. Even though we already know each other's names doesn't mean I'd be willing to come with you."

Apparently, Naora was still persistent with her stance.

"Why?"

"I never know with intention in your true heart."

"What ... do you think I could have done evil?"

"of course. It was as a form of anticipation for women to avoid crime, especially from the opposite sex."

Nathan laughed at once. Just this time he met a woman who was thinking very critically.

She's a very attractive woman and also a beautiful. Looks like I'm .. ah! never mind.

"Why did you laugh? Is there something wrong with my words?"

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with your words, Naora. It is highly recommended for a woman to be more alert and take care of herself. What more beautiful woman like you."

"It's good that you know that."

"To be honest I'm a little offended by the way you think, Naora."

In fact, Naora was a little uncomfortable when Nathan repeatedly mentioned his name that seemed familiar.

"Try you'll rate my appearance, do I look like a bad guy?" nathan is back.

His words sounded like command from the superior. Naora's pair of eyes began to scan the appearance of the man standing gallantly in front of her from head to toe.

Very neat and clean. All the objects attached to him are seen from the products of famous fashion brands. The smell of classy perfume. And also .. good looks. Eleven twelve with the arrogant Axton. The difference is, he looks more friendly and smiley. Not like Axton who is very expensive smile. Uh! Why do I remember him.

"Are you done?"

Naora was slightly stunned as Nathan's sound waves burst into her hearing, apparently drowning in daydreams. "ee? What's?"

Naora's attitude makes Nathan anxious. "Consider me, Naora ...."

"Ow."

"I'm sure you're good at judging people by how they look, Naora. Don't I look like a man who would do evil?"

"Maybe."

"Yes, then allow me to take responsibility for my actions now."

As if not to give a chance to Naora who is believed to be returning to throw a sentence of rejection, Nathan took the woman forcibly to the mall building.

"thank you. But don't ask me to change your money because from the beginning you forced me to buy clothes" Naora said after walking out of the clothing stall.

Nathan chuckled. "Where does my pride go if I ask you to change my money, Naora. Don't make me look bad, 'cause it's so mean."

A pair of lips that had not revealed the arch of a smile at all, finally showing off the charm. The jokes that poked out of Nathan's tongue successfully attracted Naora's humorous soul.

Nathan's hospitality slowly creates comfort for Naora. Doubt about the good intentions of the man was no longer felt.

"Well, since the sky is getting darker, I'm going home soon." He intends to pamper.

"Nurora ...."

"Yes?"

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