The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 38 ~ I Will Prove It Alone

"You're married to a sick woman or a stressed woman, Lio?" asked a middle-aged man with a hostile look. Now they are sitting on the living room couch.

Marvel was not so pinched, the man raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly. "I'm married to whom it's none of Om's business" he replied steadily.

"Lio!" snapped the aunt who felt the husband was humiliated. Because Mr. Albert immediately fell silent when Marvel answered so. Although he himself often demeans the man.

"What is your business here?" ask Marvel at last without any further conversation. No matter also with the eyes glaring at the aunt.

"You've changed, Lio. Is it because of that woman?" ask the aunt who made Marvel tick.

"Don't put it all together with my wife, Ma" said the man, who has been calling her Mama since her parents died.

The aunt sighed harshly, Marvel is stubborn indeed. The bigger the more unregulated.

"When mama has betrothed you to a woman ten times better than your wife. I don't know what you saw with that crazy woman."

Marvel did not answer, the man turned his attention to Alya who had just come down from the wife's room.

"How is he doing?"

"The lady has just gone to sleep, sir," Alya replied with a bow. Because there is someone who has been waiting for him while smiling smirk in front there. Now he just hopes Marvel will give him another assignment in order to avoid the strange man.

Marvel who also saw the existence of the friend paved the way Morgan. "Alright, you can resume your activities!" said the man, but Alya was unmoved.

"What's up, Alya?"

"Ti-nothing, sir. Then excuse me first," said the girl nervously let alone realizing the unfriendly gaze of the great madam.

"Lio, did you hear that mom wasn't talking to you?" ask the aunt whose words have not been answered by her nephew.

"Ma .. Listen to me! First of all, Ayla is my wife. Second, I will not replace her with anyone, even a thousand times better than my wife. And the third, I'm Marvelio Prado belongs to Ayla Navara. Forever only belongs to my lalaku."

"You!"

"If you have nothing to say I want to go back to the room first. My wife is unwell and I should always be by her side." And without waiting for a reply from the aunt, Marvel went from there.

"What did I say, huh? I told you long ago not to care too much about your gut. Lookie! Not only did she not repay your kindness in the past, she did not even respect you anymore" the husband's cynicism made the woman show more and more emotional radiance.

"But yeah, let's go home. Don't mind that son of a bitch again!" albert said again while pulling the wife's hand after seeing the woman's angry radiance.

The big man still looks handsome at his age who is no longer young. But who knew that he was a useless man. A lifetime only lives by relying on the wife.

Catherine Prado looked at her husband sharply. "You have no right to comment on what is my business" Catherine turned back, stood up and left her husband. Unknowingly that the man was staring at him with a flash of hostility.

At the same time, Daisy passed by there. Making the gaze of the man who was once full of emotion become smiling. Even he twists one eye and Daisy replies with a flirtatious blink. Although he finally continued walking and made the middle-aged man a little disappointed.

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"Sir, sorry before. Why do you always follow me?" ask Alya who feels uncomfortable with Morgan's behavior.

"Am I following you?" asked Morgan with a plain face. It was truly incompatible with his actual cold-blooded cruel demeanor.

"Huf." Alya took in and let out her breath heavily. He wanted to go to Ayla's room to show her something good. Sometimes Ayla's trauma can be a little treated with sweet words.

"Sir, I'm going to the madam's room. Is the Master coming in?" asked Alya who had tried to be polite to her employer's friend.

Why didn't this guy come home? In the past, the three Marvel friends would only stay one or two nights. But why is this man now like a man who is deaf and homeless.

"I mean my master has a disorder?"

"Who knows? You also have no interest in me being this handsome?"

"What?" Alya got up on her own. Random once thought this cold guy. Was he joking with that flat face?

"I am the personal servant of Lady Ayla, sir. Of course I should always be on his side especially at this time the madam is sick." Actually lazy also Alya explained, but if it is not straightened out then the mind of this man will turn more and more.

"I'm gonna ask you to Marvel."

"Huh?" Just thinking about it Alya was already shuddering in horror. It was inconceivable what his life would be like to come with this man. The youngest but most cold-blooded Silent Sparta.

"Come with me! I'm going to ask you to Marvel" the man said again as he pulled Alya's wrist.

"Take off, I don't want to!" pekik Alya while struggling. But the man did not hear, still pulling him with a full dominant attitude.

"Take him off!" said someone who diverted attention to both.

There stood Kendrick who looked at the master's friend fearlessly.

"You .. dare me?" morgan asked in an intimidating low voice.

Kendrick swallowed his hard-earned saliva. He certainly knows how the man who became his love rival at this time, but he also does not want to be an irresponsible loser.

"Sorry, Mr. Morgan. But Alya is my lover" Kendrick said as she approached them.

Alya has been a lover of Kendrick since when? But he would accept for now only, so that he could escape from the cruel man who was still clasping his hands tightly.

"We've even ...."

"What's it?" cut Morgan impatient.

"It's been sleeping together" Kendrick replied in a shrinking voice.

"What's? Who's sleeping with you?" peekik Alya did not accept. Oh, come on, he does need a charade to be a lover but don't miss it too.

"You forgot? Last night we ...."

"That's not me. Last night I slept in my own room" said Alya, who still defends herself. Not even aware if the grip on his hand is getting tighter and pressing.

"It's definitely you!" peekik Kendrick back, do not accept also Alya does not admit himself. Last night, they enjoyed the activity.

While behind a wall, Agya was clutching her own clothes. Both eyes appear flooded with fluid that if blinking will surely fall apart.

"It's not me, look! I'm fine, aren't I? Look at my eyes, I have absolutely no lack of sleep," replied Alya who still did not give up. Making Kendrick into a self-doubt, there was indeed no trace of exhaustion in the girl. While his neck is still smooth white when he remembers how hot he was last night.

"I will prove it myself" said Morgan who had been silent since.

"What's? Aw, sick sir. Release!"

"I'll prove that you didn't sleep with her."

"What's? No, I don't want to! Off!" the girl panicked.

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TBC.

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