That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Milly's Request

Just contact Ibra's words made Milly's expression stiffen with a face full of anxiety. It's true what the man said. His family still has hope if the ownership of the house and the factory of his parents is still held Ibra, but if it has changed hands?

"What do you mean?" milly asked quickly as the feeling of a bad premonition began to growl. Moreover, looking at Ibra's smiling expression full of mystery, it shuddered even more in horror.

Milly then turned her body facing right towards Ibra. His eyes widened as he looked at the thick-browed man suspiciously. Even his lips began to tremble as overwhelming fear now managed to encircle his heart.

Milly swallowed her hard-earned saliva. "You .. You don't intend to sell it, do you?" tanyanya then with a choked voice. Even his facial expression showed great worry.

"Emm, how ya ,," Ibra pointed her eyeball upwards while tapping her index finger on her chin as if she was thinking. A few seconds later he rolled his eyeballs, and glanced at Milly who was still staring at him expectantly waiting for an explanation.

"What do you think I'd do if I got a more lucrative offer? Heumm?" he asked in a seductive tone while playing his eyebrows up and down.

Upset, Milly unconsciously gripped the sleeve of the suit that Ibra was wearing. "Bra! You can't sell the factory, it's my father's!" he growled while shaking the arm as if he wanted to show his unacceptance.

"Hey, hey," Ibra grabbed Milly's hand and held it gently. "Darling, did you forget? The factory is mine now. So it's up to me to make the factory what it looks like" he said in a soft tone, while his eyes stared at Milly with a passionate look.

Milly who stiffened had not realized if his hand was in the grasp of Ibra. The girl widened in surprise as Ibra put her fingers together before putting the back of her hand on Ibra's smiling cheek. He quickly forced his hand with a shuddering look towards Ibra.

Ibra gave a loud chuckle at the attitude of rejection that Milly just showed. For him the girl still made him feel challenged like before he disappeared.

"You're evil!" muttering Milly with a grouchy face.

"Milly Darling,,," called Ibra in a gentle tone as she looked into Milly's teary eyes fixedly. "Here, the bad guy, you. You're the one who ran away from our match."

"Bra,," called Milly in a weak tone as well as a pleading gaze. "I told you, you can't force me to marry you. I know you're just obsessed with me. You got a lot of women prettier than me, choose one of them to be your wife and stop bothering me ...."

"CK ck ck," Ibra clucked while shaking her head slowly. While his eyes looked at Milly with a pretentious look of pity. His hand stroked Milly's cheek, which was looking down on her, before flanking her chin and forcing her to look at him. "Please don't cry like that, honey. You really make me unbearable. But this way you used to touch my heart really worked. You even managed to make me curious and increasingly want to have you completely, do you understand," he said with a seductive naughty grin.

In less. Milly sat in annoyance in her heart while turning her face violently until the grip of Ibra's hand on her chin slipped off. And again it makes Ibra laugh amusedly.

The cafe they occupy now is a VIP room that is provided by special customers, so there are not many people there. It certainly makes Ibra feel free to behave like that to Milly without inviting the attention of people around.

Milly himself came to the cafe to attend a friend's invitation to celebrate their first meeting after a long separation, as well as to discuss the work problem that the friend would give to him.

No one expected that they would meet here, either Milly or Ibra herself. They even look equally surprised when they first meet.

But really this is not made up or just a charade. Milly was truly saddened as a shadow of the difficulty of her family's life flashed suddenly in her head.

"Bra,," Milly said as she waited for him to continue. "Give my father time. I will also try hard to earn money to make up for it. Please, Bra , give us a little time, '" he pleaded while cupping his palms.

Seeing Ibra's expression as if he did not want to know and seemed to underestimate, Milly was willing to drop her pride by dropping her body and resting on the floor under Ibra. The beautiful little girl even broke into tears because of the sadness she was feeling.

Fuck if Ibra's gonna kick him. It did not matter if the man stepped on his pride. As long as it could save the father's efforts, Milly was willing.

But unexpectedly, Ibra actually rose from his seat and crouched right in front of Milly. The pointy-legged man looked at the girl in front of him.

"Wake, Milly. I don't want to see you crying like this." She cupped two sides of Milly's shoulder before helping the girl stand up. "Sit down" he said, putting a little pressure on the slender shoulder until Milly buried her butt in the chair.

Somehow Milly who was previously so anti by touch Ibra this time even let the athletic body man help her wipe tears. Even tidying up his long hair that had covered part of his face when he bowed begging earlier.

"All you know, Milly, what I want isn't your father's hard work. But I want to see how much you struggle for me to give that factory back to you voluntarily. Do you understand?" ibra asked gently in a sincere tone while tucking Milly's hair behind her ears. While the position of the man looked down, trying to look at the face of Milly who was down.

Milly herself did not immediately reply to Ibra's words. He was busy examining the meaning of the word because even though he did not understand it, he himself was reluctant to ask.

"Alright," Ibra sighed softly while raising her gaze. He then nodded faintly as if he understood what Milly was currently feeling. "Looks like you need some time to think about this. I'll give you two days of Milly, so use that to think about it well."

Milly suddenly raised her head with widened eyes in shock. Those clear eyes sparkled happily among the ripples of water that were still left there. Knowing that Ibra hasn't sold him really makes him feel happy not to be overcast. At least he still had hope of being able to get the factory again.

"So you haven't sold it yet?" ask her with a smile while wiping away the tears.

Not answering with a word, Ibra just smiled while winking one eye.

"Thank you, Ibra, thank you" Milly said, holding Ibra's hand unconsciously. He quickly let go when he saw Ibra's gaze descend upon his hand with a seductive grin. "Eh sorry. Not intentionally." He said while grimacing withstanding shame.

"What's wrong. Instead I like it," replied Ibra with a naughty smile that did not know shame. And that look again made Milly careless.

Closing her lips to Milly's ears, Ibra said, "Benefit your time well, dear." Ibra smiled after saying that. Then passed away just like that, followed by his assistant who had been faithful waiting for him.

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