That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

My wife's request

"I hope you don't misunderstand me. I hate it to the bones, so my heart may be pitying." Milly replied firmly and it made Billy smile happily.

"good. Then show him that your life is happy now by having a companion like me" whispered Billy, closing his lips to Milly's ears. The girl flinched, and immediately looked at the grinning Billy with an expression of disbelief.

Milly. He swallowed his hard spit. She is not a stupid girl who doesn't even understand the meaning of her husband's naughty wink. But can he pretend to be friendly with someone he is so in love with? Yes, even though Billy is her husband.

Billy nodded slowly. Looking at Milly who was just nailing the body, he began to be impatient. He kissed the wife's smooth cheek without waiting for her approval.

Looking at Milly who was surprised to round the eyeball he just smiled thinly, then buried Milly's head into his chest and set his eyes on Ibra who had been watching him since.

Ibra lowered her head in order to avoid eye contact with the husband of the girl who had become his obsession. The tense feeling that had been calm for a while now stiffened again. His body trembled and sweat poured out. The smell of torture now looms over him.

"Say your purpose in coming here." Billy's flat voice broke the silence of the room.

Ibra suddenly looked up for a moment, looked at Billy, before then again staring at the tile that became his pedestal. Realizing that the question was intended for him, he immediately answered Billy's question before the legs of the executioner who had been standing behind him landed on his body again.

"I came here with the sincere intention of apologizing to Milly, sir."

"What did you say? What did you call my wife?" Billy squinted his eyes while asking. Although the intonation is flat, but the aroma of inadmissibility looks so obvious. It was successful in making Ibra scared. The man tightened his eyelids while shaking them repeatedly. Regretting, he realized he had made a mistake, so immediately Ibra rectified the speech and apologized.

"I came here with the sincere intention of heart to apologize to Mrs Milly, your beloved wife, sir," Ibra said timidly without a single head up. He deliberately clarified Milly's position for Billy to take the secretary's heart. As a sycophant, of course, he is used to doing things like this, and is usually effective in order to avoid punishment.

Billy laughed disparagingly. A moment later he asked as if he did not understand.

"To apologize? For what mistake?"

"Right, answer clearly!" Because Ibra did not speak, then the lips of the executioner who first said, accompanied by a kick with moderate strength, Ibra groaned with a curled body position.

Watching the persecution again occur before his eyes, Milly was surprised not to be upset. He almost squealed unconsciously, but Billy's lips had already silenced him with a kiss until he could only glare without a word.

Whether not daring to rebel or even enjoy, Milly did not even thrash when Billy gently scooped his lips. He only blinked when Billy ended the page, then smiled while rubbing his wet lips using his thumb.

"Wake up!" The executioner pulls Ibra's back collar to wake the man up. With great difficulty and pain, Ibra tried her hardest to get up.

Milly and Billy suddenly turned their eyes to the wounded man, and at once a sense of pity immediately ambushed Milly's heart. Not pity, rather do not like if her husband committed further acts of violence.

Milly rushes around the brain in search of the initiative to end all this. Instantly it was also an idea immediately perched in the head. However, the problem, he felt like this was too crazy, making Milly hesitate to realize it.

"You like it, don't you?" billy asked with a mischievous grin, referring to Ibra's current state. He secretly noticed Milly's expression, which sometimes looked furious, or sometimes grimaced like pain when Ibra was being beaten. "Should we make the game even more heated?"

Milly stutters. That's not what he meant. He probably likes to see someone beaten while he himself does not like violence. So, ignoring the shame that controlled himself, he immediately anchored his head while gently rubbing his husband's chest.

"Darling, can you get him out of here?" milly asked in a repulsive spoiled tone that left Billy flabbergasted. He lifted his wife's chin and looked at her carefully.

It's not just Billy. However, Ibra who was looking down immediately raised her gaze.

"What do you see!" snapped up Billy's bodyguard as Ibra's head menonyor.

Feeling pain, Ibra immediately grimaced while rubbing her head. While the concentrated netra directed a piercing gaze towards the bodyguard.

As if he could not believe what he had just been with from his wife, Billy repeated Milly's words with squeaking eyes.

"Exorcise him? Meanin?" tanyanya while framing the face of his wife. A moment later he smiled bitterly while shaking his head. "Does that mean you're protecting her by ejecting so fast that I don't linger tormenting her, do you?"

"No!" milly firmly with high intonation. This time the spoiled and adorable mimic returned to decorate on her face. "Really, I can't bear to see him linger here anymore! Quickly throw him out, darling .. I'm sick of ...," he continued half whining.

Instantly, the corner of Billy's lips lifted perfectly to reveal a sweet smile that developed. Without taking his eyes off the beautiful face of his wife, he raised his hand as a gesture to two of his men just as he was about to throw a punch.

"According to my wife's request!"