That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Why should I leave?

The squeaking sound of friction from the shoes with the floor sounding closer, managed to force Milly to turn towards the door. His brown iris was instantly smeared with the figure of a man he already knew. The tall man was walking up to him and Billy was still sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Ibra? inner Milly wondered. He closed his eyes like he could not believe. The man's situation was completely different from before. Walking weak as if almost helplessly, battered face as if beaten by the masses. Dazed with his hands tied behind his body.

Aware of being noticed, the man in a shabby shirt after two days without change stopped stepping and behaving wrongly.

Turning from Ibra, Milly turned to the left, looking at Billy who was still close to him with a curious expression, while being stared at only showed a calm and relaxed attitude like nothing happened.

Milly blinked her eyes slowly before throwing her face away. Not because of hate, but shame because Billy's eyes did not turn from looking at him. So intense, to the point that he was caught off guard.

"Why stop there?" Billy's question was directed at the man who led Ibra to him. However, his gaze did not shift at all from the wife, even reviewing a smile while playing the long hairline Milly who was jet black and beautiful.

As if he understood the big boss's instructions, the well-built man dressed in a black suit stelan stuck his right foot on Ibra's back while shouting, "Road!"

Brak!

Ibra's unopposed body staggered forward and fell in front of Milly and Billy. The man grimaced as the hard edges of the table fell on his forehead. The pain immediately strikes. The color of the bruise is immediately visible on the skin that wraps the bone.

Unlike Milly who reached to tiptoe because he was so surprised, Billy just smiled slanted while winking his eyes flirtatious at Milly who was staring in disbelief. The violent scene just now even returned to remind Billy and Ibra in front of his eyes the other day. Like still leaving trauma, his body suddenly trembled because he was so afraid.

"It seems I should go." Milly got up from the sofa. However, Billy's hand managed to block his wrist before he began to step his foot.

"Let me go, sir. I have no interest in him ...," pleads Milly very much. He had already guessed that the next incident would definitely be a bloodbath. Given if the man who is now holding it is thick with steel. Which indiscriminately when giving punishment to people who harass him. The shadow of how Billy slapped Milea was still evident in the memory.

Milly couldn't. Although half-dead hated Ibra, but he did not want to watch the man die in front of him.

"Hmm?" Next to Billy's eyebrows raised, he looked at Milly with an astonished face. "He came here specifically to meet you. You should be happy, right?"

Billy paused his speech for a moment, looking at Milly who was gasping before then continuing.

"Why do you even want to leave? Trying to escape? Can't you see her face is already ravaged?" ask her in a calm tone, but curious.

Seriate

💖💖💖💖💖

Hi all🤗 I came with a little word and love, Hehe for a warm-up, I,

Sorry to keep you waiting a long time (duileh, sok feel awaited🤭🙈)

hopefully not curious 😁😁