Surya Drowned

Chapters 11. Oxtail soup

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In another place, precisely in a workspace, Kendra chose to smoke a cigarette to dampen the chest that was so rumbling. I don't know, seeing the clear eyes of the frightened girl had completely dispelled her petty desires.

More than a week ago he was in the main mansion because he really couldn't do that easily. Kendra is a real man who obviously doesn't want to do that without love.

Until, he had a big fight with Megan in one night chose to drink with the drops to arouse his passion. There's no choice.

But again and again, Kendra can not do it with compulsion, especially with the roar of tears that disturb his conscience as did by Kinar earlier.

He then went to the bathroom in the room and did a solo technique because the dizziness would not disappear if he did not release independently.

A few hours later, Kinar who had changed his clothes back, seemed stunned when he found Kendra was not there.

Although he was relieved that the wolf was not there, but a pinch of guilt suddenly lingered in the recesses of his heart. Rendra's words that slapped his consciousness, apparently continued to disturb, tease, and make him restless.

Didn't he also need money to be able to take revenge on his aunt? So why didn't he assume that all this was part of his job?

Oh Gosh's!

Be aware Kinar, you don't be such a hypocrite, all these are things you have to live with if you want all your life problems to settle down quickly. They're just a couple who yearn for the presence of a baby in their marriage, and you're expected to be a helper.

Never position yourself like a hurt person, because actually you also need shelter right now? The old bandit's men would never be able to break through the defense of the great mansion.

So, never think about self-esteem, because when you sign the agreement, your entire self-esteem is replaced with the reality that you must complete.

Days changed, just like the days before, Kendra did not return to the mansion for three days. Makes Kinar more agitated. He fears Megan is angry and gets him thrown back into the hell.

" Aunty, is Mr Kendra coming home tonight?" asked doubtfully as the butler happened to pass in front of his room checking on the work of his men.

" It looks like it's Miss!"

He then went to the back garden. Kinar has no friends there. He could not even be free to do anything because everything in the mansion, there was already doing.

After pondering a few times, and thinking long in the long chair in front of the artificial lake, Kinar finally established himself.

"Do I have to do all this?"

Ask yourself who is often swayed by the current of anxiety.

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Kendra, who missed her every hour of every minute, was seen seeing Megan as soon as she got home from work. His first wife was in the middle of her monthly cycle when he was desperate to make love.

" Have you done it?" megan asked as she prepared a drink for her husband.

The one asked just shook his head, "Not yet. I don't even have any taste in Megan!"

Disappointed Megan.

" Go home Ken. I'll be more calm if you come home when the girl is pregnant with your child. Than like this. You understand what I mean?"

Along the way to the second mansion, Kendra who was in the backseat did not stop thinking. The existence of an heir is indeed an important thing, but seeing such a Kinar really pisses him off.

Making Xander who acts as a helper there staring at the face of his boss full of turmoil.

A few minutes later, the luxury car seemed to enter the mansion with a luxury that was never doubted. Xander opened the car door and nodded respectfully to Kendra.

" Tomorrow, no need to pick you up Xan! Help me tomorrow at the meeting!"

Xander bowed respectfully after saying his ability.

Kendra entered the mansion and was greeted by the butler who was standing there.

" What's that girl doing all day?" asked Hilda while walking with a cloudy face.

" Miss Kinar made you a dessert sir, would you like to try it?"

Kontan stopped with a slightly shocked face. But a moment later the man shook his head, "I don't eat sweet foods at night!"

Hilda nodded.

" Miss also made you your favorite oxtail soup sir!"

Making that step back.

" Are you serious?"

Hilda nodded back this time with a smile.

" Mister is tired, a bowl of warm soup is not a bad choice!"

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