The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 3 ~ Thank You

"Master, jeez. Miss Ayla," cried Willy back there. The man felt uneasy after leaving Ayla with the cruel man.

And it turned out to be true, just a few minutes he passed, Ayla was already like this.

"Ck, what are you coming back for?"

"If I don't come back, will you kill him?" ketus Willy's. The man rubbed Ayla's frail body towards a sofa in the living room of the modest house. He no longer cared about the sharp gaze of the master, all he cared about was saving people's lives now.

"Sh." shh." Even the man grimaced when he saw the blood splattered on the back of his mistress' hand. "I'll call Austin's doctor."

"No need Malvin, is there a P3K box? I'll clean it myself."

Willy looked pityfully at Ayla, but this woman was not wrong. But the master instead tortured him only to find out the existence of the idol who knows where his existence is.

"Master, please get me a P3K box!"

"You're telling me?" ask Marvel who looks in disbelief.

"This is your home, sir. You know better where your own things are."

"Ck, just find it yourself. I don't care."

With annoyance Willy moved from there, into the master's room to find the P3K box.

While Ayla who was left together in the middle room, shuddered when Marvel looked at her with a sharp gaze that was very unfriendly.

But Ayla tried to ignore it, maybe she made a mistake until her brother Edric acted like this. Later he will try to speak from heart to heart, maybe the awkwardness between them will disappear.

"Lio, is there no P3K box in your house?" willy asked in annoyance, because he had searched all corners of the house but found nothing. He has even returned to the friend mode that calls Marvel Lio.

"There is none" the man replied casually.

"What's? Then why not say it from earlier?"

"For what? You don't ask."

"Huf ... Miss Ayla, wait a minute, I'll buy it at the pharmacy first."

Ayla simply nodded, nor did she know what to behave in this foreign situation. Especially the foreign names they have mentioned.

...

The two stay again made Ayla again feel depressed when Marvel still showed a face of hostility.

"Sister," call Ayla. He will try to unravel all these tangled threads. This woman also did not want the fiancee's anger getting late.

"Sister, sister. Call me sir."

"But, Brother." Ayla had to swallow her saliva when she got a sharp shot straight as the arrow right on both of her chocolate beads.

"Be good, sir."

Silence created again.

For a few minutes, Marvel was annoyed that Ayla repeatedly wiped her bloody hands with the clothes she was wearing while grimacing softly. It's disturbing it feels.

With wide steps he walked towards his room, then picked up a box on top of the wardrobe.

"Here!" his words made Ayla frown as if asking what the man meant.

"Ck, hands. Here!"

Ayla who was still confused was made to gasp as Marvel pulled her hand impatiently. The man then crouched down with Ayla sitting on the sofa.

"Remember! I'm just bothered that you kept wiping it off. This is not a form of attention" said the man fiercely. But instead made Ayla smile. Although it changed but the attention of the man remained the same.

Stiffly he cleaned the wound. "Auuw," Ayla cried when Marvel accidentally pressed too hard.

"Ck, just hold it! Truly a weak woman."

Ayla was silent while enduring the pain and pain in her hands. Making Marvel continue the activities that had previously stopped, this time much softer and slower.

Ayla also couldn't bear to not stare at the man. A beautiful face that always managed to make him washed away.

Deg.

Marvel's heart beats faster than usual when a pair of hazel eyes meet a pair of brown neutrals belonging to Ayla.

"What's this?" his mind was angry, but his heart refused to stop. Even now it was ticking faster as Ayla developed a thin smile.

"Sister Lio. Thank you" said a little girl in Marvel's shadow.

"Thank you," said Ayla who managed to restore the man's consciousness. He violently slammed into Ayla's hand which he had wrapped with the original.

Ayla was confused again. This man was able to be kind and gentle, but a second later he threw his hand violently.

On the other hand, Willy who had already arrived at the house shook his head. Just now he had seen with his own eyes the moment Marvel was attentively treating the wound on Ayla's hand. Although annoyed because he had to walk a fair distance to buy a P3K box, but the man was happy.

But now what? Marvel is frozen again. Willy shook his head, he stepped in. "Eh, have your hands been bandaged?" he pretended not to know.

Ayla nodded. "So Edric helped me."

"Oh, brother Edric?" willy asked with a hint of ridicule and set his sights on Marvel as usual, instantly replying with a sharp snuff.

"Em, I think I need to explain something to you" Willy said. The man can not win if it has been invited to draw a net like that. Of course his two sad and sincere eyes will never win.

Ayla frowned. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

Willy reached into his phone and sat down with Ayla. Making a man who was sitting not far from there immediately felt a little hot, even though in front of him there was a fan who turned to and fro.

"Here, behold!" Ayla looked at the phone Willy gave her, but the woman looked confused. He felt completely foreign to the beautiful, smiling woman in the portrait.

"Who is this?" ask him innocently.

"This is you. You are Ayla Navara, one of the leading actresses in this Lexus City."

"I? No, our faces don't even bear any resemblance at all" Ayla replied in denial. In her memory, her face was still Alice, the sweet girl with sapphire blue fetra who was still young. Not a grown woman like this.

Willy came out of the search field, his hand leading the man to open the camera on his phone. "This, now you value yourself. This face is Ayla. You are Ayla Navara."

Both of Ayla's eyes seemed rounded when she looked at the face inside the camera. I can be sure this is him. Then how could his face suddenly turn into someone else? Edric did not recognize him.

"Now you're sure, right? My name is Willy, Willy Wilson. And that man, he's your husband. Marvelio Prado."

This time it was not only Ayla who rounded her eyes. That hazel guy, too.

"Who let you say that?" snarl. Because he had tried to be quiet from earlier, seeing the closeness between the woman and the assistant who somehow made his heart feel increasingly hotter. Maybe because her assistant would rather help Ayla than help her.

But what does he need to do so he needs Willy's help? Ah, maybe it's just a Marvelio Prado alibi.

"I said it out of hope he could recover his memories."

"Ck, already! No need to talk much anymore. Now do you want to go home alone or do you want me to come back?"

Glug.

Willy swallowed his saliva. "How dare you, Wil," the man's inner self recalled that he had fought Marvel several times.

"If you don't leave on the count of three, then I'll return you with my own hands. One ... Two ...."

"Miss, I'm first. If there's anything, just call me," Willy said in a hurry, then ran out before the word three from the mouth of a Marvel said.

Because if spoken, maybe he will indeed be sent back in name to his beloved mother.

"Come, let me show you where your room is!" marvel said coldly after Willy came out.

Ayla who is still surprised can only walk slowly following Marvel's wide steps.

"During your stay here, this was your room" the man said, making Ayla widen her eyes.

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Tbc.

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