That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Ah, forget!

"B-Mr?" Milly calls the man in the hat laid out with perfectly rounded eyes. He really did not expect that man would come in such an unusual way. Did he really come? Ah no way. This isimpossible. It was just a shadow before I met death.

Ibra stares at Milly when she hears the girl calling him by his nickname. His jaw instantly tightened full of anger staring at the stranger who had come uninvited and disturbing his pleasure. "Who are you!" his tanyanya was cynical without shifting from her position.

"I am your angel of death" replied the man clad in a leather jacket with menacing eyes so thick.

Ibra. "Angel of my death, you say?" he grinned full of ridicule. But his eyes dyed looking behind the man, to find the whereabouts of Lucky and other guards who were not seen there. Somehow they just let this guy go without asking him for permission.

"Take him off." Billy said with great emphasis. His teeth gritted, trying hard to suppress the anger.

"Did you say that? Unleashed it?" Ibra immediately laughed, and her laughter sounded disdainful. "Who are you, that I should obey your unreasonable orders!" he said while scanning the appearance of Billy who was all black was like dubious. If only he knew who the man who had smashed the door of his room was, he would have thought a thousand times before saying it all.

Ibra smiled obliquely, then lowered her gaze looking at Milly who was still confined underneath. The girl still can't sniff. He could not even control himself from the shock caused by the sudden arrival of the man. The girl tried hard to brush off the real figure in front of her and thought it was just a shadow.

"She is my woman" Ibra said proudly. His eyes glanced at Billy full of arrogance, while his hands moved caressing Milly's paled cheeks with full of gentleness.

"Don't touch me!" milly shouted in frustration as she turned her face away. The clear thread dripping from the corner of his eye could even be seen clearly by Billy, and it suddenly made the man's blood boil.

Milly wept lamenting her helplessness. Billy's presence was still like a dream for him, so he did not dare to expect much from the dream.

"Shut up!" Ibra snapped out in anger. While her hand moved pressing down on Milly until the girl screamed in pain.

Ibra was so focused on her arrogance that she forgot to notice anything else. He did not even realize that a great danger was lurking around him.

"I'll really hurt you if you don't obey me!"

Milly fell silent as Ibra raised her hand to throw a slap. The girl even closed her eyes as the arm began to swing.

Milly was ready to take a hit. But the shrieking sound of pain that was heard along with the weight on top of his lightened body made him frown in confusion. He opened his eyes when he heard a punch with a voice swearing a man.

"How dare you touch my wife! How dare you hurt my Milly! I'll make you regret living and would rather die!" Billy shouted while blasting his punch blindly. Keep attacking Ibra who is not ready to fight.

Milly got up and straightened her eyes. The girl suddenly shut her open mouth. His gaze was fixed on the back of the man who was going all out to beat Ibra.

Milly is now completely convinced that it is Billy despite his usual unseen appearance. Suddenly, something rumbled in his chest. What else if not his heart. The red one beats faster. Always erratic.

There was a happy feeling mixed haru. A sense that has recently gone somewhere is now back to ambush and possess the soul. The tears melted again, but this time it was not because of sadness, but happy tears. Because she could see her husband's face again even though their circumstances were different.

Milly stared in pain at the two men standing with me. Ibra who was lying on the floor looks resigned to receiving a blow from Billy. His face was bruised with droplets of blood coming out of his nose and mouth. That guy is really tired.

But there is something that makes Milly more vulnerable. It was Billy's hand that was injured but still blew his punch.

"Lucky! Heri! Where are you guys!" Ibra shouted to her friends. But no one came to provide reinforcements.

Billy grinned at the devil while clutching the collar of Ibra's shirt. It draws him closer to her. "Whether you yell, they won't come to help. Wake up! And fight me now! Show your arrogance with the energy to fight me!" Billy pulls Ibra's collar forcing the man to stand up.

"Stop Sir! Don't continue!" Milly screams for Billy to stop, but Billy, who has been overwhelmed by anger, cannot stop the movement of his hands.

Not wanting to stay silent, Milly ventured to grab Billy's hand and held him firmly. Billy was forced to stop, and looked towards Milly.

For a moment they looked at each other. Hinting words through the eyes. Billy's expression instantly weakened as Milly stroked his fist with gentleness.

Billy rounded his eyes. He went back up on the pitam. Milly stopped not because of him, but to protect the man he had beaten.

How lyrical. Which man would his wife want someone else to touch. Billy comes hunting down time and dodging all odds just to help his wife. What he got besides disappointment. Milly defends Ibra desperately despite harassing and hurting him.

Billy's face that had softened immediately darkened full of anger. He growled with disappointment. His arrival to save his wife ended painfully. Now he knows what Milly really feels like.

At first he thought he was going to beat up the guy to show Milly how valuable the girl was to him. But seeing Milly's defense of Ibra made him feel sick and lost the spirit that had tempered.

Billy looked at Milly with a bitter smile on his lips. He nodded weakly as if in disbelief. "So so? You're still defending him despite destroying your father's efforts?"

Billy snorted while throwing his face when Milly did not answer. I don't know what his wife was thinking until she just looked up and widened her eyes.

Billy bit his tightly clenched lower lip as he turned his face away from his wife. There were ripples of water on her flushed net. A sigh of pain felt, when something invisible like slashing his heart.

Billy nodded thinly over and over again. Wetting his lips, he turned his head to look at Milly who was still silent with trembling lips. "Well, if that's what you want" he said with a smile. "You'd rather him than me."

Milly shook her head at Billy's words just now. The man had misunderstood her words earlier. Now he is confused to find a way to clear up this misunderstanding.

Milly did not have time to open his voice to explain, the atmosphere again stiffened when Billy again burned with anger triggered by Ibra's grin that flourished triumphantly. The man thought that Milly was really defending him. Until Billy again clenched his hands before then blasting a merciless punch.

At once Billy's body was fixated with clenched hands hanging in the air. His movements were restrained by Milly who suddenly calmed down and hugged his legs to beg.

"Sir, please stop this! I don't want you to get into any further trouble! I don't want your holy hand stained by the blood of this demon man! I don't want your hand to get hurt by beating her ,,,!" Milly shouted half a whine at the end of her words. The girl then sniffled while tightening her arms.

The gaped Billy immediately lowered his gaze, staring at Milly who was looking down deeply with a face full of sadness. Billy's expression immediately softened, looking at his wife who was crabbing. Moreover hearing the reason that the girl had just shouted.

Was that really what I heard? He doesn't want me in trouble? He didn't want my hand to be stained with this guy's blood, and he didn't want my hand to hurt him? So he's really worried about me? billy's mind doesn't believe it. This was too surprising for him.

Billy was like being flown up to the clouds, so that his body felt like he was floating so happy. He even forgot that his left hand was clutching the collar of an Ibra shirt. His grip was released to make the helpless body of Ibra fall to the floor with a terrible.

Billy immediately squatted down to align his position with Milly. The girl suddenly let go of her embrace but remained bowed in.

Billy's hand moved to hold Milly's chin and then slightly pulled Milly to look up at him.

"Can you say it again?" billy asked when their views met.

"Huh?" Milly gasped at the confusion and it made Billy instantly riled up.

"What?" milly asked with her innocent face.

"Ah, that one earlier," Billy replied gritting his teeth. The man sighed softly while taking his eyes off. Now he's starting to look nervous. Billy even scratched his non-itchy nape.

"What part, sir? What I said was a lot. And that's spontaneity. Even I had forgotten, hehe," Milly said with a grin.

God fucking. Billy grumbled. Then then a rough sigh. "Ah, forget!" he concluded with an annoyed mimic while rising from his squat.

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