The Abandoned Woman

39. The past (2)

."Bryant you're just kidding. Come on, let's." Come on." It's not finished yet he said ." We are legally and religiously married. Go ! Don't let me be rude to you !" Bryant Cassano said in a cold tone looking at Miranda's face.

"I won't budge remember it's Bryant ! You are my lover and forever mine ! " Secret Miranda furiously. The woman retreated slowly as two servants approached her.

" I don't want to see you here again ! Don't even think about going back and being together." Firmly staring at Miranda's face, the expression of a flat face, no smile, was what Miranda caught.

"Next time don't ever let him into the mansion ! Come on, baby." Bryant Cassano extended his hand to Arsy. Miranda was flabbergasted to hear that sentence. He was led away by a waiter out of Bryant Cassano's mansion. The woman secretly followed Bryant Cassano so he understood this was where he lived.

Bryant Cassano sat opposite Arsy. "Daddy asked not to say anything about this. Consider it a secret between men. Mom is angry with Daddy because of him. Daddy just loves you guys. You believe in Daddy ?" Ask Bryant.

Arsy nodded with a big smile. " Smart kid ! Daddy's proud of you." He said as he lifted the glass of juice and followed by Arsy as if they were full of joy.

They talk like father and son eating breakfast. After that Arsy was delivered to school with his driver. Bryant Cassano decided to work at home.

Sharmila came out of the bathroom feeling sore and sensitive body ache. The first time Bryant had attacked her was more than once. He greeted the baby who rolled over at the baby box.

"Pretty Mom is great. Not fussy and sloppy. " She said as she opened the diapers and took off her clothes to be bathed by Sharmila. Before long he had finished his work Bryant Cassano went into their bedroom.

"You don't work ?" Sharmila asked without turning her head, the woman deliberately wore a mini dress outfit with spaghetti strap sleeves and showed her swollen cleavage as her ASI was full. He deliberately dressed it because he was lazy to get out of the room.

Sharmila laid her body and her baby girl and gave her ASI. Bryant gulped his saliva because of his exposed thighs, the mini dress was exposed upwards, not to mention seeing his chest exposed.

He fell asleep next to her and felt Sharmila's body." Can I ask you again, right ?" His whispers are full of desire. Sharmila fell silent unresponsive but Bryant had moved to release the safety below and had kissed her.

He was active down there and crept upwards looking at the baby who rolled beside his mother. The man immediately did the unification and moved slowly by sucking choco chips in front of him.

Sharmila braked and bit Bryant Cassano on the shoulder. Until they finally let go together. "Bryant tidied up his clothes after cleaning himself with a tissue. He almost forgot their meeting.

The man left Sharmila after helping to clean himself up. "I'll get a waiter for you. Thanks." He kissed his lips softly. It too soon passed. The man asked the waiter to bring him food and a desert.

At her apartment Miranda is upset. For being kicked out this morning. I have to see him again and make sure everything goes according to his plan. These old photos are definitely useful to me. " Look at me you'll be back." He muttered while looking for which photo to send to his wife Bryant Cassano.

Just in case his resistance was because he had once been blackmailed by someone with that method. He even recorded his lovemaking scene as well. At first he was uncomfortable but now he is used to it. "Something forced me to Bryant. Don't hate me."

The woman is also struggling with her laptop. Selecting it was what he was currently working on as well as designing a trap for the man.

Bryant Cassano had just finished his zooming meeting that afternoon in his study, then he was doing his office work. The man was engrossed with his MacBook and laptop he took a break if it was time to worship, because his smartphone had set an alarm clock prayer time fardhu.

Sharmila looked at her hands in the air. White crystal threads descended from the twilight sky. "Beautiful." Seriously slow. The snow falling at that time astonished the woman. He only sees it from television and movies.

"You're sick later if you don't wear thick clothes, baby, it's cold." Bryant Cassano covered his body with a long jacket made of wool.

"Awhile as long as the eyes see there is only white and it is so hateful ! Besides cold also the dominant color is only white red green." Whispers raspy.

"Let's go in. We'll just exercise the bed to keep it warm." His whisper while lifting his body and accompanied by Sharmila's cry was surprised by his behavior. The woman was embracing Bryant Cassano's neck. And the man stole a kiss on his wife's lips.

"You pervert. It's not like we've done it so many times from night to morning." His protest while pushing his body Bryant Cassano and avoiding his kiss. " Only the halal partner does not matter dong." The kilah defended itself.

"Still sick to know. It hurts." Spoiled protests. "I know baby. It's very narrow and and and I like it, you have to be diligent and routine in your care for it, baby." Bryant Cassano continued to strip his clothes and Sharmila's.

" Daddy stop it !" Sharmila screamed her body responding to her every touch. The man was still moving fast and they were mixing love and until the deadline. His alarm sounded reminding them of his duty.

Together they rid themselves of traces of their love. Gather together to carry out their duties as religious people.

They had dinner together and talked lightly. Hearing the story of the son who chatted about Bryant's school activities occasionally stared affectionately at Sharmila.

Arsy notices the interaction between his parents who exchanged glances, he also sees Daddy pursing his lips as if he was kissing someone.

And her Mom's face was tingling red on her cheek . He lowered his head and smiled shyly.

" Is this the name they are in kasmaran ? Is this an adult relationship ? It looks funny." Thought Arsy tilted his head to pay attention about it. The boy was always responsive to the changes in his surroundings.