Second Wife Young Master Arogan

Sexy

A pair of soft hands of Milah, looking painstakingly dried the long mane in front of her using a hairdrayer machine. Several times he glanced at the natural beauty reflected in the mirror of the dresser and followed by a smile review implied will be a series of compliments on the beauty of the second wife of the Young Master.

Turn off the engine and put it on the nightstand. Continue to take a comb to tidy up the beautiful mane of brown color belonging to women who are none other than Naora.

“No need to bother Bi, I can do it myself. Aunt must be tired, rest,” reject Naora interspersed with a gentle attention.

He felt bad because from now on, Milah seemed busy serving him. From preparing dinner delivered directly to the room to preparing the toiletries.

“Naora, you don't feel bad. Let Aunt help you.” Milah did not criticize Naora's rejection and continued to give hair oil scented lotus flower therapy. “This is indeed the duty of Aunt who is a servant in this House,” he added again.

Naora was quite amazed, Milah seemed to understand what she was feeling. “Bi Milah is a person who is credited with taking care of my husband from childhood, how can I consider you a servant? Think of you like my own mother, I think it's more appropriate.”

The movement of the hand slowly stopped. He looked at Naora's face behind the mirror with a haru look. For a moment, his mind glared into a flashback period.

Bi, stop thinking of yourself as a servant in this house if you don't want me to punish you.

Bi, you're a woman who has been very meritorious in taking care of me from childhood, so don't forbid me from buying you luxury items because I don't like it.

Bi, you I already think of as my own mother, if you leave me, I will hate you so much and will make your life unsettled.

Draw both corners of his lips to print a warm smile when remembering all forms of speech Axton seemed arrogant but a condition of attention and affection.

“What Naora is not ashamed to think of Aunt as your Mother?” ask Mary to Naora.

Naora, who had turned her back and only returned the gaze of Milah from the mirror, began to change position by turning her body to face Milah. “Rather than shame, I would be more grateful if Auntie allowed me to think of me as my own mother. Honestly I really dreamt of a mother's affection,” vague indescribable fondness on Naora's face. The gentle and warm attitude of Milah that she received from the very beginning of stepping foot in this house, really caught her attention.

The newness came out from the room of Milah's heart. Pity also did not escape from the side of his motherly soul. After all, he knew little about the story of poor little Naora's past from Edrich, Axton's father.

“It feels like Bibi is very proud at this time, because she can have a daughter as beautiful as Naora,”, said Milah as she stroked the head of Naora. “You better get some rest now, Auntie will be out.”

“Iya, Bi.”

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The night is getting late. The light of the Goddess of the night is shining brightly. The star children also glistened in the dim sky.

Tired of the hit, forcing the handsome man in a mix of Indonesian-English to immediately finish his job. In a private workspace, he often spends part of his night there. Wrestling with various document files related to his business fields.

He glanced towards the time-pointing machine attached to the wall. “It turns out it's 12 o'clock.” Axton gives a light massage in both temples. Tired in the body in fact not in harmony with the eyes that are still reluctant to sleep. Insomnia has been her constant companion all along. Usually he will return to the contest before dawn.

Lana the wife doesn't even know about it. All she knew, her husband did not sleep much because he had to complete work that could not be delayed. For all she knew, her husband was a workaholic who kept trying to flap the wings of his power in the line of business solely for the sake of a confession from his father, Edrich.

Axton momentarily stunned. Suddenly the shadow of Naora's stern face flashed in his mind. Even some of the bold words of his second wife again ringing in his eardrums.

And don't blame me if one day you have to lick the saliva you've been spouting for being fascinated and falling in love with me.

Maybe you'll dream it up.

“Hahh! Did he not think before saying that? She doesn't even appreciate Lana being my wife. Where could I possibly fall in love with him.” Axton hurled his rugged body at the back of the chair.

“His presence is enough to give a shock in my wedding hymn with Lana. Plus her tongue that always said carelessly, making Lana continue to sulk all night because it was provoked. Crazy woman base.”

Very upset, Axton also took one footing to bring his body up from a sitting position. His legs headed for the exit. Desire to embrace Lana's body continues to accompany the steps down the corridor of the house.

However, his leg movements slowed down as he almost passed through one of the rooms located not far from his study. I don't know for what reason his body is now fixated on the door of Naora's room. “Did the woman sleep? Ahh...! What do you think Axton. Why are you curious about him? Crazy!” The man barreled like a four-door refrigerator grumbled to himself.

“Ck! But I was wondering, would he still hold on with his hard-ass face if it was behind me? Yes, that's my only curious reason, nothing else. I do need to speak to him four eyes.”

The hand that was about to knock on the door suddenly came to a halt in the air. “Since when have I been so polite to him? This is my home and I'm free to go in and out without asking anyone for permission.” Axton cursed himself before opening the door and entering Naora's room without permission.

Several times on foot, carrying Axton stood not far from the uninhabited bed layered with silk sheets belonging to Naora. A pair of eagle eyes circled to every corner of the room, looking for the existence of the creature occupants of the room.

Where is that woman? Monologue Axton for not finding the whereabouts of the figure in question.

The cold as the breeze of the night stroking the skin caught Axton's attention, as if guiding his body to spin towards the balcony of the room, where the cold gusts were coming from.

Axton was amazed, when his pair of eyes caught the silhouette of Naora's body standing behind him. A thin cloth nightgown limited to the knee and a long mane that was left unraveled freely, successfully nailing Axton's view to be reluctant to turn away.

Sexy. That was the compliment that came to his mind, unfeelably by his subconscious. However, Axton soon mastered the mind and instantly cursed himself. In all likelihood, an admiration for Naora flashed across his heart in a very disrespectful manner. Come on, even Lana's innocent body on the bed is much more seductive than her thin body, her mind that keeps trying to avoid beautiful treats in front of her eyes.

"Haaah...! It's really uncomfortable."

Axton was slightly stunned, when he saw Naora who sounded like she was talking to herself.

"Is the oxygen on earth almost gone? It's really stifling." Naora threw her breath into the air. Drawing face to the sky. Watching the moon and stars sparkle beautifully. "Are you laughing at me?"

"Are you out of your mind? I was talking to myself!"

Naora was instantly shocked as an unfamiliar voice crept into her sense of hearing. "You?! Since when have you been here?!"

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