THE CRUELTY OF MY PARALYZED HUSBAND

17. Appearance Changing

Asya ordered Fagan to go to the room, but nothing happened. The man kept restraining himself from acting. He doesn't want to make things runnyam. How is he not what he thinks. Especially when the day of the party is near. So as to vent his anger with the blow as usual, Fagan was unable to. 

"I've called Isabelle, tomorrow you'll do the treatment. Come with him and don't fuck around." Fagan gave a strict order. 

Asya kept quiet and agreed, there was nothing she could do. The refusal he wanted to do was useless, pointless. So whatever Fagan wants, Asya just agrees. 

"One more, Asya. I didn't touch your father at all. I just refused to meet him. No need to dig up information from Abrisam or others. Don't make me angry" explained Fagan again. 

"All right, sir." Asya let out a voice so weak. 

* * *

Isabelle reported to Fagan that Asya was ready physically and mentally. What the girl had learned so far was enough and it was certain that Asya was able to deal with the situation that she would indeed face during the engagement party of Elina and Aksa later. 

"You're going to enjoy a lot today, be prepared" Isabelle said. 

Asya just kept quiet, she followed the woman to a beautiful and also very large grooming salon. Armed with a no-limit card given by Fagan, they reserved treatment from head to toe for Asya. 

"He deserves this. I think over the last few days Fagan must have held back his attitude. No bruises or anything on his whole body. He's fine" Isabelle said as she watched Asya come out of the dressing room with a cloth wrapped around her body. 

The girl was massaged and given the best scrub, really Asya enjoyed it without protest. After a difficult and harrowing day of living as a daughter-in-law of the Elvander family, she can finally forget a little about what happened to her all along. 

"I can't afford to enjoy this, it's just Fagan's cradle to tie me up even tighter" Asya said, opening her eyes. 

"Sorry, Madam. Close her eyes again, we will apply the best mask that will make your skin more beautiful" he said. 

Asya admirably returned both eyes without pushing, until suddenly the cool feeling he felt wrapped all over the skin of his face. Finished with body and skin care, Asya changed the care of his nails. It seemed like she had been in the beauty salon for three hours. The nail clerk cleaned and made every nail from Asya beautiful. He put up doing the best nail art they had. 

Asya just commented a smile. He did not dwell on compliments and also sentences that he very rarely heard. During her time as Fagan's wife, only the maki and yelling she received, so she had no chance to listen to the constructive lines for herself. 

Turning on a large glass, an expert hairdresser made changes to Asya's hair. The long black hair was neutralized in color and polished with a dark blonde color and dipped in light color to make it look attractive. After a long and time-consuming process came the hairdo that was so fitting for Asya. Thin bangs and two-tier layer bobble pieces that make Asya look fresh and more beautiful. 

"I'm done," Asya said out to meet Isabelle who was waiting at the outside of the salon. 

"Well, they make you look fresher." Isabelle was amazed at Asya's new appearance this time which was fresher and looked like the king's daughter. 

Its elegance fits perfectly with a pink dres stuck to her body this time around. The large but accents that coiled around Asya's waist made the girl's proportionate body even more visible. 

"Now we meet Fagan at his subscription boutique. He's been waiting for you to fit," asked Isabelle. 

"Butik?" ask Asya. 

Isabelle nodded her head. He asserts Asya's question which seems confused. 

"Is this the habit of the rich. Ordering a special outfit that they'll only wear once?" murmured Asya in the heart. 

He felt it was just a waste, so he had to follow what the conglomerate family custom did. Asya's footsteps were so graceful as she entered the boutique that from the outside alone it already looked extremely luxurious. 

"Gosh, is she really Asya?" Fagan is surprised by his wife's new appearance which is very different from Asya he used to see at home. 

Fagan's eyes stared at the graceful girl walking behind Isabelle without blinking. It was really fascinating Asya right now in Fagan's eyes.