The Obsession of Revenge
*HE'S MINE!
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Stupid book?
Yada looked at the gleaming man named Sam. His handsome face throbbed irritated then before long he waltzed away from there. Then Yada turned her eyes to Allard who was also staring at him. As fast as lightning he threw his gaze away from Allard.
Sam returned with a few catalogues. He arranged neatly on the table right in front of the bride-to-be. His face was still pouting, his heart was as soft as cotton and could not take the slightest scoop. Despite his attitude, Sam is a kind and understanding person. He will not be in his anger.
“Nona, choose the place you like the most. Maybe in his lifetime only you are willing to marry him.” Sam said it with a look of pity on Yada. The woman only smiled faintly hearing Sam who deliberately scoffed at Allard.
Allard's face was icy cold. Everything that looked at him would freeze to death. Yada is looking for a place for a wedding. Although he had no intention of choosing her, but Allard asked him to choose. Honestly, all the places Sam had to offer were beautiful. Yada was amazed by some of those places.
The wedding will be the happiest day for both brides. But considering Yada and Allard were married just for their benefit. Wedding preparations are not very important to do.
“I like this.” The index points to a picture in the catalog. A large building with luxurious and graceful decorations. He likes that.
Yada saw the picture Allard showed. He nodded faintly acknowledging Allard's taste so high. But the building was too big, and it could probably fit thousands of people. Don't care about it. Yada asks Sam to prepare the building for her wedding.
After the drama of choosing a venue for a wedding, Yada is forced to try on some wedding dresses. All the dresses are famous and expensive brands, made only one in the world. And today some of those dresses were attached on Yada's body.
“How about this dress? You look very pretty and fit when wearing it.” Same words Sam said after the last three dresses. The gleaming man said honestly, Yada does look very beautiful and charming.
Allard occasionally glanced towards Yada. The woman looked beautiful and graceful, but Allard would not admit it. Yada is not the only beautiful woman he has seen in his entire life.
“How about this hairstyle?” Sam tied Yada's hair shrewdly. Although in a short time and without hair jewelry, but the hairstyle that Sam made increasingly radiate the aura of beauty Yada.
Allard stood behind Yada after removing Sam from there. He looked at Yada through the mirror shadows. Allard's two arms untied the hair Sam made, and made the gleaming man again display his sports expression. Allard let Yada's hair break down beautifully.
“Leave it like this, you look more graceful.”
Yada was stunned to hear that. Previously there were only obscenities and insults that the man had uttered to her. It was unexpected that Allard could also bring out such flattering sweet words.
“You ignored him since, sweet words alone are not enough to make up for his feelings that feel neglected,” Sam chirped.
“Do you feel ignored?”
Yada nodded slowly in response. Allard looked at Sam cynically. Showing his victory to the gleaming man. Sam went straight from there with a lazy look at Sam.
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“What do you think?” allard asked in a protesting tone.
Yada quickly wiped away her smile and returned with a flat expression. “No.” Allard just stared at him intensely.
“Prepare yourself, because we will visit the residence of Aurora.”
Yada was stunned to hear the word 'Aurora'. His chest immediately gurgled loudly and made him claustrophobic. He was not ready to meet them for now. But Allard suddenly took him there.
“There's nothing you need to fear, I'm with you.”
“...are we not getting married? At least we should ask for your parents' and brother's blessing.”
Yada didn't say anything. Until finally the car driven by Allard stopped right in front of the residence. Yada's palm started to cool, and she was nervous. Allard looked at him expressionlessly. Thinking of why the woman still remained afraid even though she had come with him. Was he not sure if Allard could protect him?
A guard stopped them and would not let them in. But Allard lowered the windshield and the guard saw Yada. Without saying anything they immediately opened the gates of the Aurora residence.
For the second time Allard went to the mansion. First, Allard kidnapped Yada, and the second today. He's gonna ask for Barrack Aurora's blessing. If you remember, this is funny and amazing. Allard could not wait to see the expression on the old man's face.
Can you escape again now Barrack?
The two entered the house after being greeted by several servants. Yada led the way and passed directly to Margaret. The middle-aged lady in fashionable style bought her eyes, her facial expression immediately flushed red with anger after a servant told her that the young lady had returned.
“Do you still have the guts to come to this house?” Margaret raised her voice, and at that moment Allard came and stood beside Yada. The man's face was cold and piercing with his sharp gaze.
Margaret was shocked to see the man coming. He immediately looked at Yada with a look of hate. The woman immediately retreated and asked a servant to call Barrack Aurora so that her husband would immediately come and see Allard Washington who was inside his residence. Margaret's sharp gaze immediately led to a few foolish guards who had made a grave mistake in having put Allard into the residence. They're all gonna die.
Barrack came with many bodyguards behind him. The large bodyguards stood around them as if ready to ambush Yada and Allard. The middle-aged man stared intently at Yada hatefully, the same gaze fixed on Allard as well.
Allard suddenly laughed in the midst of that tense situation. The sound of laughter echoing in the room made everyone who was there instantly frown.
“You're very alert?” Allard said in a scornful tone.
“What did you mean by coming here to Allard Washington?” The heavy voice of Barrack Aurora sounded gripping.
“To provide wedding invitation.”
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