The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 25 ~ Try Soft

Next day.

Marvel opened both netra when it felt empty in its decapitation.

"Where is he?" the man was furious when he was fully conscious.

His feet began to tread on the floor, stepped towards the bathroom, then switched to walk in closet. But the whereabouts of his wife he could not find.

His heart rumbled, the fear that his wife would run away began to dominate. Finding her was so difficult, and she would shackle Lala beside her for the rest of her life.

Soon he dressed modestly, a black t-shirt and boxer pants in matching color covered his athletic body. With a frown the man walked out of the room.

"Ken, Kendrick," he cried.

But the called one does not appear. He forgot to be on the third floor. A guard approached. "Sorry, Sir. It looks like Mr. Kendrick is in the bodyguard pavilion" he said, staring fearfully at the emotion-filled face.

"Where is the madam?"

"Mrs? Ah, the great madam is certainly at her residence, sir. Do I need to get the lady here?" replied the bodyguard who did not understand where Marvel's question was headed. Because all this time, Ayla was always called by the name of miss or her name directly.

"I told you this hostess, my wife."

"Oh, miss Ayla?"

"Yes, where is he?"

"So Miss was with Alya, sir. Looks like they're heading towards the servant pavilion."

"All right."

"Oh yes, from now on you all have to call my wife young mistress Prado, no exception!"

"Bright, sir." The bodyguard felt his lips faint, especially with the powerful intimidating aura of the master. Until finally he could breathe a sigh of relief as Marvel moved down the stairs.

"Huft, what dream did Mr. Marvel to behave like that."

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"Oh, slow down, sister," Ayla protested when Alya accidentally pressed her whip wound tightly.

"Master is really outrageous to the point of whipping you like this," angrily exasperated Alya as she grimaced slightly, looking at the red wound in blue on the edges.

"But what is this wound?" the girl asked when she saw the red marks on Ayla's back and neck.

"Ah, that-that ...."

"What did you do to make my wife hurt like that?"

"Sir-lord." Alya gulped his saliva roughly as Marvel stared as if to swallow him alive.

While Ayla who was lying face down rolled her eyes lazily. "What else do you want this demon?" his inner.

"Sir, is it appropriate for an employer to break into his servant's room?" ayla protest is upset. He woke up early with a crumpled body just wanting to avoid this man. But even Marvel came alone looking for him.

"Oh, are you jealous?" marvel's reply came straight to his wife. The man gave a smile as Ayla glared as she sat down next to the woman.

"What do you want?" ayla asked cautiously while lowering the shirt she had opened to make it easier for Alya to treat her injuries.

"Of course, pick my wife home."

"When did you recognize me as your wife? Ei, what do you want? Release!" peekik Ayla as Marvel lifted the body and carried it ala bridal style.

"Let go of me wretched man!"

"Do you need me to punish you again so that your mouth can be more polite?"

"Ck, is it polite that I have no influence on you? No right? You're a ruthless man who will do whatever your rotten brain thinks."

"You understand me so much, baby, I want to eat you again?"

"Oh, young master Prado. The ruthless mafia, are you crazy?"

"Yes, am I crazy because of you?"

"Grandfather."

Marvel snickered when he heard a voice that was like mocking him. In front of it turned out to stand three of his friends who were looking at him with a witty look. Eits, minus Morgan the face board of course.

"Since when have you been a love slave like this?" tease Enzo while approaching the couple.

"Hello, I'm Enzo Franklin. Your beloved husband's best friend," said Enzo as he extended his hand to Marvel before Ayla retaliated.

"I'm Ayla Navara" said Ayla, taking off her husband's hand and reaching for Enzo's hand with a smile. While Enzo raised his eyebrows while glancing towards his hand that was being held by Ayla. It was as if making the fire lodged in Marvel's heart burn even more.

Just now Marvel wants to pull the hand of the wife, but Ayla has already taken off. The woman turns to Atlas next to Enzo. "Ayla Navara."

"Atlas Wesley."

"It's nice to meet you" Ayla said, showing her sweet smile.

"And you?"

Morgan flinching, the man did not welcome Ayla's outstretched hand. "His name is Morgan Maverick. Don't bother him because he can kill you at any time, it's better to have a chat with us" Enzo said.

Ayla raised her eyebrows, the gaze that had led to Enzo returning to Morgan who was still flinching to look at her.

"Isn't cold more interesting?" said the woman while laughing crisply. He grabbed Morgan's cold hand and smilingly said, "I'm Ayla Navara, your name is Morgan Maverick. Like your handsome flat face."

Morgan was stunned, this was the first time a woman dared to touch him. Usually every woman will be scared to death if faced with it. He subconsciously returned Ayla's grasp and pulled a little corner of her lips without anyone knowing including Ayla.

"That's enough!" shouted Marvel who had already clenched his hands tightly.

"Why? Wanna strangle me? Go ahead, "Ayla replied as she raised her head, as if giving Marvel room to strangle the red-marked neck.

"Well, it's exciting" whispered Enzo to Atlas.

While Atlas was staring closely. True said Enzo, this they are being treated to a movie of lovers who are fighting.

"You!" furious Marvel. His face stiffened with annoyance at the behavior of the wife who suddenly changed. Not knowing it, Ayla was indeed Alice's droplet the young miss who was cold, haughty and a little arrogant. Although the original attitude must be buried because of the restraints of Marvel so far.

But now no longer, he would start fighting this man so that he would not be trampled.

"What?" sahut Ayla with a cold and hateful look.

Deg.

I don't know why the man's heart felt melos when he realized the hateful gaze. No, her Ayla can't hate her. As he tried to smile, he gently grabbed the hand of the wife Ayla threw away. And the woman left without a word.

"Looks like you should put in more effort, Bro," Enzo advised, patting the friend on the shoulder.

Marvel stared flat, then ran after the wife who had been away.

"Lala!" call the man while blocking Ayla's wrist firmly.

"I'm not Lala," Ayla said, crashing the check.

"You're Lala, you're my lall, '" cried Marvel full of emotion. Yes, her explosive emotions could not be held back anymore as her woman dodged her true identity. Both of the men's hands now turned to shake Ayla's shoulders, then kissed the woman forcibly even though Ayla continued to wriggle.

"Let go, sick!" lirih Ayla when Marvel took off her pagutan, making the man immediately raised both hands and switched to hug the woman with affection.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he whispered softly in the wife's ear.

Ayla was stunned, for a moment she seemed unable to think. Is this cruel man really apologizing? Marvel's magic can change in one night.

"Come, I'll treat the wound on your back" he said gently as he broke his embrace and turned to stroking Ayla's right cheek.

"No need, I'm just gonna go out for a second."

"You out? Whither? Let me take you."

"I'm .. I want to see Genio," Ayla replied, to be honest, she was a little afraid Marvel would return to her emotions and return to vent anger at her. And evidently, the man's face now looks hard with both eyes that emit anger.

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