The Mafia's Only Heir

Section 8

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After putting down the banquet, Abel sat right next to Demian's wheelchair. He was enjoying the blur of Elsa's style which was felt very excessive.

"Have you lived here for a long time?" Tanya Aldo is certainly interested in the beautiful look of Abel with his trademark style.

"Em just arrived when Demian was sick."

"Baby brother or distant brother?" Chirps Elsa asked. He felt rivaled by Abel's presence.

"It's none of your business." Sahut Demian did not want to discuss anything dangerous for his career.

"I'm just afraid you're tripping over a problem that's going to lower your popularity."

"Indeed if I wasn't a Big Brother, Demian's popularity could go down?" Abel really likes to ignite the emotions of someone like Elsa. In one look. He could guess how Elsa was.

"Living one roof with a woman who is not her brother is not allowed." Demian let out a rough breath because of the debate that was going on.

"Well, I just found out. Em but just calm down. If Demian's career goes down, I'll raise it." Answer Abel origin. He chuckled inwardly reading Elsa's annoyed face now.

"It's not that easy."

"Maybe for you but it's easy for me. It's this easy." Abel flipped his right hand with a smile.

"I can too." Elsa mimicked the hand movements to make Abel chuckle.

"Otherwise for your career. I can destroy it in one blink!" Elsa snorted and was getting carried away by the flow of emotions.

"Stop Abel." Sahut Demian mediates. He was sick of listening to debates that felt so insignificant.

"Make your guests behave like guests! I've been good at serving food not poison!"

"Beautiful, but don't know manners." Abel chuckled and stood up, implying the syrup to Elsa.

"Go!!!" Get rid of Abel firmly.

"Ach!! Wet it!!! It's not polite!!!" Abel stared fixedly at Elsa and grew furious with her attitude. He grabs a cell phone and contacts William to help him get rid of Elsa.

"Basic whore!!" Murmured to leave but William came first.

"You said what huh! The pellacur!!" Shouts Elsa did not accept.

"Take him away!!" Abel Pinta. William smiled for a moment and dragged Elsa out of the house.

"Why did you take her." Demian's protest glanced at Abel who had entered the room. For three months together, he knew Abel was a strict woman but easily ignited emotions like her.

"He's coming alone." Aldo's bead was still watching towards the room where Abel entered.

"You saw what!" Demian asked furiously. He did not like Aldo's gaze on Abel.

"She's prettier than Selly." Demian turned around, enduring the pain in his heart like a jealous person.

So sick!! Why does it feel this way.

"May I keep the contact?"

"No!! Delete or I'll destroy your phone." Demian replied with a grin because his internal wound had not fully healed." You better go. I don't want the media to know about my home location. If it comes because of this visit there are many media in front of the house tomorrow. Pay the fine yourself!" Aldo's eyes were round. Looking frantically at Demian.

"Why is that Ian. I just want to look at you."

"I don't need you to look! Quick go." Aldo was forced to stand up after drinking the remaining syrup.

Although sick. Still sucks.

"I'm saying yes. Call me when you're cured."

"Hm." Aldo went out of the house after Elsa who was seen still arguing with William.

Demian's bead stared at the room, then took a deep breath to control the strange feeling since he had escaped death.

"Figured. Help me." Help me." He pretends he can't move a wheelchair.

"Lazy. I just laid down. You'd better move the wheelchair yourself while you study. Don't spoil!"

"I'm not spoiled Abel. I really can't. Hurry and help me or.." Abel appeared from inside the room with a lazy movement.

"Or what?!!" Tanyanya walked over to Demian and helped her to go back into the room.

"I call you by name.."

"Call away. I'm gonna go outside and let you rot in here like your mouth and your boyfriend's mouth." Demian smiled faintly. Abel felt strange about it even though he was only able to glance at it. His foul mouth had completely healed a little. Why is he smiling like that. Was that woman really..

"My boyfriend is just a career."

"I don't care but look for a better woman than that woman. Her behavior was so sickening that I had only seen her for a few minutes." Abel wrapped his hands around Demian's waist to help her lie on the bed.

"I told you that I don't like any woman. I just love my career." Demian replied slightly resentfully accepting the fact that Abel was not jealous of Elsa.

"Hm whatever. You better rest, sir. I'm tired too and want to lie down for a while."

Demian did not answer. His back rested on the edge of the bed while occasionally glancing at Abel who was preparing to sleep on the sofa.

Really am.. She's beautiful and very pretty..

Demian turned away as Abel looked at him and pretended to be indifferent. His ego is still too high to humble himself and admit that he is interested enough in Abel.

"Why not sleep?" Abel asked, opening his voice.

"Almost five days I've been sleeping and now you're telling me to go to bed. I'm bored Miss Abel."

"The doctor told me not to. It's also for recovery so that your internal wounds heal quickly." Abel sat down again intending to accompany Demian.

"Not to rest?" Abel grabbed a snack while taking a deep breath.

"I'll get dizzy if my sleep is interrupted by your orders."

"I promise to be quiet." Abel chuckled. That sounds so weird." Why do you always laugh at me like that." Demian's lyrics are lazy.

"Didn't your job really bother my life. So don't be pretentious to tell me to rest and then you won't be noisy."

"I'm serious Miss. Just rest if you want to. I know I've been troubling you for a few days." Quickly Abel stood up and pressed his hand against Demian's forehead.

"Gosh Ian. I don't understand what's going on with you. You're no longer sick, but why is your voice so softly caressing the ear."

"Don't taunt me Miss." Demian removed Abel's hand from his forehead.

"If you look at your attitude now. You deserve to be Papa Daniel's son."

Demian was silent and returned unmoved. Not only did Abel feel the strangeness, but he did too.

"I am their son." Demian showed a difficult look that made Abel feel uncomfortable.

"I'll make something for me to eat." Abel stood up and intended to ignore Demian.

"Where is my aunt?"

"Tomorrow he's just starting to work again." Abel glanced for a moment then stepped out of the room. A heavy sigh blew while occasionally turning his head as if afraid if Demian was still watching him. It was so strange that kid. Why does he see me like that? Why am I uncomfortable.

Abel turned on the stove, intending to fry processed chicken to be made a snack. After heating the cooking oil. Abel walked to the refrigerator and picked up a pack of processed chicken.

Buty!!!

"Ach!!!" She was stricken when she saw Demian already standing in the kitchen door." You!! Damn it!!! Just surprised!!" Umpat Abel was not serious because in fact he was nervous by looking at Demian.

"Make it for me too Miss." He walked slowly and sat down on the dining chair.

"You're cured?" Ask Abel pleasantries. Why is he even coming here. I wish he would just sleep.

"I'm bored in my room." Ach!! Then I'm so sick why walk after him like this.

"Wear your wheelchair, sir."

"I want to get well soon."

"Let your election be quick."

"I'm healed. Just a little pain." Replied Demian origin even though his internal wound still feels pain.

"Hm yes already." Abel began to include processed chicken while occasionally glancing at Demian.

"Please have your lackey buy me a cell phone."

"Neckoes?" Abel looked over with a wondering face.

"Hm your driver."

"Willy?" Demian nodded with a dislike face.

"I think it's changed but it turns out your rotten mouth is still left. Learn to appreciate people who are already good with you. Because no matter how good you are, you're gonna need someone else to live."

"He's already paid for it. So it's up to me to call it what." Why did he defend her like that.

"Although it is paid without them. We can do what."

"A lot of people want to work like that." Abel lifted the processed chicken from the frying pan and then turned his body.

"Finding someone you can trust is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It's hard and if you choose wrong your life could be threatened like yesterday." Abel took the plate and served the dishes. He placed it on the table then sat right next to Demian to avoid Demian's beaded gaze.

"It's their job." Abel took a deep breath. He felt free to talk to people like Demian. His hand grabbed one processed chicken and blew his nose. Just as Abel was about to devour it, Demian's hand quickly picked it up and ate it.

"Hey!!!!" Show Abel to look.

"My stomach still hurts to blow." Demian answered reasoned.

"Yes!! You!!" For Abel to take another one." Not very polite. Shouldn't you have permission first or asked for it from me. Not taking it like that." Demian smiled briefly without Abel's knowledge.

"Give it to me Miss." Pinta Demian pointed to the processed that Abel almost ate.

"It's my turn. Didn't you already." Abel's chirps had opened his mouth but Demian had recaptured it by enduring the abdominal pain. He just realized the pleasure. Listening to Abel's babble that looks even more worrisome when being upset like now.

"I've asked you well, but you don't want to. So I'll take it." A snort sounded gusting." There's still so much on Miss's plate even in the fridge too." Imbuh Demian even more upset Abel.

"Yes, but it's hot. I haven't tasted it."

"Hmmm.." Demian took one of the preparations and blew his nose for a while then thrust it towards Abel." Eat this." Abel stared for a moment while smiling strangely.

What happened to Demian?

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