The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 39 ~ Crazy Woman

Marvel returns from the kitchen with his wife's favorite omelette.

"Alya," called the man who was like a breath of fresh air to the servant.

"Yes, Sir. I'm here" the girl screeched as she let go of Morgan's grip.

Morgan smiled at a glance, this woman is indeed attractive.

"Sir." Alya breathed heavily, making Marvel look at him strangely but also uncaringly.

"This is my wife!" the door while giving a plate filled with omelette and a glass of milk.

"It's the mistress' favorite food" Alya said with sparkling eyes.

"Master made it himself?" Marvel did not answer, the man even put on a proud face as if proud.

Alya sighed, forgetting that the master did not say much.

"I'll go to the lady's room first, sir." Marvel nodded, then went to Morgan who was still staring at the place.

"Bro." Marvel patted Morgan's shoulder.

"You ruined my pleasure, Lio." Morgan snarled, though his annoyance did not mean it.

Marvel then laughed a little. "Don't be in a hurry, Brother. You still have plenty of time to take her heart."

Morgan snorted, a thing Marvel had never seen. "It looks like Enzo and Scale will have new mockery."

Morgan stared hard. Both were silent for a moment.

"I've fixed it." Morgan finally opened his voice.

Marvel raised his eyebrows. "Come to the workspace!"

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"Agya," Kendrick screeched as she chased after Agya who ran back to the pavilion.

The man sped up his pace and managed to block the girl's wrist. "Tell me, what was you last night?" asked Ken with an intimidating look.

But Agya is not his name if he's afraid. The woman looked back at him sharply. "If so, why?"

"You."

"We are both adults. So forget it."

"No! I'll take responsibility."

Agya looked at Ken for a moment then pulled the corner of her lips then chuckled. "But unfortunately I don't need any responsibility from you."

"Rully."

"Oh, let's forget everything. It's also of my own accord, you're not forcing me at all."

"Alright if that's what you want." Kendrick looked at Agya for a moment and then left. As Agya's defenses collapsed, the hand that had been tightly clenched slacked off. The solid foundation earlier was a step back.

Tears flowed from both corners of her eyes. "Good, just like this. Everything is in accordance with your wishes, Agya" he muttered while hitting his chest.

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"How, yummy?" alya asked while looking at Ayla who was chewing her food. Ayla nodded slowly, only with Alya could she be calm at this moment. Although still reluctant it feels like he makes a sound.

"You knew? Mr. Marvel made all this." Alya was not aware of the change in the face of the mistress, the girl was still busy sucking the food she was about to feed.

"Belg ... Ayla, what's wrong with you?"

"No, no! Go, get out of here!" pekik Ayla husky.

"Ayla, relax! You're not papa? This is brother, this is your Alya brother."

"No, go!"

"Ayla."

"GO!"

"What's wrong with my wife?" ask Marvel who just returned from the workspace has been treated to the screams of the wife.

"Sorry, Sir. I said that Master made that omelette."

"You!"

Alya bowed deeply, ready to accept when Marvel would throw a punch or anything at him.

"Huh, stop. But remember not to repeat the same mistakes!" Alya nodded, also astonished at her. Is this the power of love?

Since marrying Ayla, Marvel has changed a lot. In addition to spending more time at home, also his emotions do not explode anymore. Ayla is great in her mind.

After Alya resigned, Marvel remained silent there. His eyes were fixed on the door of the wife's closed room, but also did not dare to enter and made the woman even more afraid of him.

"Wouldn't your wife be afraid anymore if you kept standing here?" cynical Morgan though his face remains flat.

"You don't understand," Marvel replied with a heavy sigh.

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And time passed so fast. Once every day passed until it was not felt it had been two weeks since the incident. Marvel still learned to cook and make decent food for his wife even though he did not dare to give it directly.

But every night he would approach Ayla who was asleep, either to just whisper lightly, stroke her head or kiss and steal a kiss from the woman.

Just like tonight, Marvel is staring at Ayla's peaceful face. His sleeping wife looks so beautiful and Marvel feels lucky for it, even though this is not Lalanya's real face.

Yes, he had investigated it thoroughly, at the time of the accident it was Lala. But because the two sit together and have a body shape that is not much different makes it difficult for the company to recognize it, especially Lala's face is badly damaged and both have no family. And that's why Lala has the face of an Ayla Navara now.

After being satisfied to look at the face of the wife, he will never be satisfied to look at this beautiful face. But he was more afraid if his wife would wake up and hysterical again when he saw it as it had been.

Marvel smiled sincerely, then approached and buried a deep kiss on the wife's forehead. Long enough to close both eyes.

"Good night, my love" she whispered, smiling again, and looking at Ayla for a moment, who looked so good that she finally walked out. Unknowingly after he came out, Ayla opened both her eyes. Wander far away in the silence of the night.

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"I can't control him anymore" said Daisy, speaking to a man.

"It doesn't matter anymore, the boss asks us to speed things up while the stupid mafia is still busy with his crazy wife" replied the man who turns out to be Lucio. Both are in the hallway most rarely visited by residents.

"accelerated? Are you sure it will work?" Daisy suddenly became worried.

Lucio raised his hand, gently rubbed the woman's cheek and then approached and kissed her friendly lips. The man chuckled as he looked at Daisy's reddened face. Daisy smiled shyly. But the smile was immediately lost when he saw someone who was looking at him sharply.

"What's wrong? Want to continue in the room?" Lucio stroked the woman's nape sensually.

"Lucio," Daisy growled at not turning her face away from someone.

"What's up, Daisy?"

Lucio followed the woman's line of sight and immediately gasped when he saw Ayla standing upright there. For a few moments silence struck.

"Hahaha, there are people dating. Nope, no. I can't peek, you guys go on. I know you're embarrassed, I'll go." Ayla laughed with a witty face, making the two men breathe a sigh of relief.

Yes, for one week Ayla was acting like a mad person. Every day surrounding the mansion, then laughing indistinctly but suddenly also being able to cry loudly.

"Here you go, don't mind the crazy woman" said Lucio while reassuring Daisy whose face was still tense.

"How about we continue that one," said Lucio again whose eyes were filled with a blur of passion.

Seeing Daisy flinch, Lucio plays her tongue. Kissing and biting the woman's neck. "Ugh," sighs Daisy restrained. Lucio makes a smile and drags Daisy towards the warehouse that used to be Ayla's room.

On the other hand, Ayla was clenching her hands tightly behind a wall.

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TBC.

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