The Rhyme of the Depositary

033 - SEASON 2

Maxen stared at Rachel's innocent body with great satisfaction. Just a blanket wrapped around this woman's beautiful assets. His shoulders and neck were level, revealing traces of the redness of their former romance.

Maxen pulled the woman's waist and dragged her closer towards her own body. Maxen is no different than Rachel. They just take cover under a blanket that is spread over the tangle of beds.

"Rachel, you're amazing tonight" a heartfelt compliment he gave to his wife. Maxen's smile is as warm as spring. She gently rubbed her female hairline with all her feelings.

"Hmh," Rachel looked at Maxen with her beautiful round eyes. He still felt the beautiful vibe of their union. It is like a very exotic dance of nature.

Rachel never thought tonight would be their wedding night for the first time. With a hint of embarrassment, he again recalled how aggressively he responded to Maxen.

Who would have thought time was able to bring them on ownership of each other. All those barriers had simply vanished. Their minds are focused on one thing.

For a moment, Rachel could forget Harry. The man's existence seemed to be erased for a moment. Make Rachel a free and carefree person.

"Don't I tell you I'm able to accompany your night with fun?" god Maxen, down Rachel's velvety arm.

Rachel looked at Maxen and her face flushed slightly. He wanted to insinuate himself on the pillow, but was immediately grabbed by Maxen quickly. That guy is sneaky. Not letting his wife out of this awkwardness.

"Jawab first, Rachel. Don't mute after you've been loud enough to make a fuss in this room before." Maxen kissed the woman's forehead meaningfully. Having and smacking Rachel as if is a very fond feeling. Like a high-quality wine.

"Is your ego too high to require my confession?" Rachel said softly. She stared at the chest of her husband's field that was slightly shiny with sweat.

"No. Your attitude has shown everything. You're officially mine, Rachel. I'm the only one who has the right to touch you." Maxen said seriously. She caresses Rachel's white skin with adoration.

Tonight is beautiful. The moon hangs in the sky like a perfect picture of God. The stars scattered, giving another color that completes each other behind the dark background of the sky.

Maxen skirted down Rachel's lower ribs while sighing the woman's name. He kissed her forehead slowly and persuaded.

"Lift a little bit of your body."

"Yes, yeah, that's it." Maxen slipped a hand between Rachel and teased her.

"Let's do it again. The night is long,"

Rachel looked at her husband with a stupid look. The day showed at three in the morning. Technically, it's morning. Not the night anymore.

But stupid with all that. As long as Rachel can perfect the story tonight, everything is worth waiting for.

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This week has gone by quickly. Rachel and Maxen's relationship is developing. They spend the night together in a romantic bond and tease each other at every turn.

Maxen's existence is too dominant. Being by her side, made Rachel forget about everything. Including Harry.

The feeling Rachel had for the man was increasingly faint and weakened. He doubted the love he had before.

What he felt for Maxen was far beyond what he felt for Harry. On the other hand, Maxen is a very possessive and clever person pampering women.

Being with her, being adored and admired made Rachel feel complete. This is what he wanted. Unification that complements each other. Something he just got from Maxen.

Rachel has long felt her life is incomplete. He was a person who was always on guard from his teenage years. His parents divorced and he was left together with his sister. Life has been forging it so hard that it is always vigilant.

"So, you've been living together for a long time with Anna, your sister?" asked Maxen one afternoon.

From the night they were together, Maxen seemed to turn into a man who had a high desire to pry anything about Rachel's life.

"Yes very long.Our parents divorced. I was just left with Anna. We lived off Dad's money before I worked. After I graduated from school and got a full-time job, I took care of Anna's needs. Say, I was a surrogate mother to her. We were about ten years old. So it's quite natural for me to take care of it."

Rachel recalled day after day as she was forced to share the minimal remittances for the lives of both of them. There was a time when he was forced to endure hunger and resist all desires just to keep his sister in school.

Rachel's been through all of that. He was no longer surprised by the many craggy charcoal from life.

"Rachel, can you stop working in restaurants from now on? I need you to take full care of this house. Being the wife who waits for me every time I come home. Being the person I live for so I have a pretty real role in the family."

Maxen coaxed gently. Although Rachel has been taking time off from restaurants lately, she is still reluctant to quit her job completely.

Rachel looked at Netra Maxen with a lot of emotion. Letting go of work is a difficult thing. Especially considering that they still do not know where the next wedding is going.

It doesn't matter if this marriage is forever. Rachel doesn't mind depending on Maxen like he asked.

This marriage is getting better and more real. That's palpable. But it is still not a proper marriage. No emotions are expressed, no feelings are conveyed, and no closeness of love to each other.

If Maxen suddenly gets bored and tries to end the marriage, while Rachel is completely dependent on Maxen's strength, how will she move on? Isn't that painful?

Someone who has ever felt the beauty of heaven, will find it difficult to accept the roughness of the land. That's what he's afraid of.

"I haven't been able to give up my job in full, Maxen. Ii'm sorry. I can only reduce my work schedule so that I only enter three times a week," explains Rachel as it is.

He had discussed this with the new restaurant manager. Name's Mr. Rinos. The person is quite good and willing to hear complaints, much different from the previous manager.

Because of Mr.'s kindness. Rino, Rachel is allowed to be a part-time employee who works half of the labor hours in general. With the salary adjustment, of course.

"You sure you don't want to stop?" Maxen embraces Rachel's death from behind, trying to tease his wife. He inserts himself in Rachel's neck basin and smacks her slowly.

"Stop, Maxen. You can't persuade me to just follow your will." Rachel said loudly, but still let the man do as he pleased. Maxen's touch always made his chest soar with pleasure.

"Oh, really a stubborn woman." Maxen seduces Rachel by brushing her hair and touching the tips of her ears.

"Stop, Maxen! You know I'm very independent. Men and women should be equal. I don't want to be unemployed." Rachel protested weakly.

Maxen's embrace strengthened and made them get carried away.

"Maxen," call Rachel later.

"Yes, Sweet Heart?"

"Tomorrow Alice will travel to New York to visit Klayver's extended family. It's okay, if Axel stays here with me?" rachel asked a little worried.

"Your friends are going to New York?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why didn't Axel participate?" Ever since they got married, Maxen has become quite knowledgeable about Alice's ins and outs.

"The child is still uncomfortable to travel far. No problem, right? He'll be nice. Wasn't the time he used to stay here also his attitude was awake?"

Maxen looked at Rachel unhappily. At that time Rachel had not succeeded in having it. So it does not matter if there is a foreign child who accompanies his wife's sleep. But now they spend a lot of activities on the bed. Does that mean Maxen should stop seducing Rachel at night? No. gabe. Obviously Not.

"I'll put the boy to bed in another room with his nanny. So it doesn't interfere with our time" Rachel seemed to be aware of the dilemma her husband was feeling.

Hearing this explanation, Maxen whistled loudly and laughed widely. Rachel quite understood the dilemma she felt.

"good. I don't mind," she said lightly, holding Rachel suddenly in bridal style towards the room.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Conquer you again and create our little paradise."

Maxen doesn't break down Rachel's protests and continues to rush to the bedroom. He passed two stairs at once. Her strong arms held Rachel's body lightly, as if the woman only had a light weight of fur.

"It's still Maxen's afternoon," Rachel protested softly.

"I don't care" said Maxen with a small smile, revealing his perfect teeth.

Inwardly, Maxen is determined to use all the time he has to subdue this woman and make her forget Harry's whereabouts.

Harrys.

After all, the name was still a thorn between them.

Maxen admits to himself brengs*k, he wants to seize the woman who incidentally is his sister's.

But he no longer cares. His morality is broken. The eichotomy has vanished. What there is is only his soul's desire to take Rachel and make her a complete self.

His body and soul needed this woman.

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