The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 8 ~ Start Understanding

"Suster, sister," shrieked little Genio with a frightened face.

"What's the Gen?" sister Elisabeth asked in a panic.

"Outside, outside."

"What's outside?"

"W-there's people, the people are bleeding."

"What?"

Sister Elisabeth walked towards the front door, pulling a few curtains against the window, peering there.

Seen a boy sitting with a mess on the terrace. Bloody legs, torn clothes are not worth wearing.

"Suster, let's help him."

Sister Elisabeth nodded. Slowly turn the door lock to divert the attention of the boy sitting in front.

"Son, what are you doing here at night?" ask Sister Elisabeth gently.

Lio looked over, his eyes looking cute. "I-I'm hungry" she said but could still be heard by Sister and Genio.

"Hungry? ... Hahaha," Genio's laughter boomed. It turned out that this scary looking boy was hungry?

"Ssttt, shut up Gen!" Genio was silent. Then walked towards Lio and extended his hand.

"Let's go in! Later the Sister will feed you," Genio said with a big smile as well as Sister Elisabeth.

But this boy in front of him really did not know how to be friendly. He did not even accept Genio's hand, but stood alone and followed the Sister to enter.

"He was indifferent to me?" muttered Genio in annoyance. He entered while stomping his feet.

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Back to the present.

It's been a week since Marvel harassed Ayla.

It was a bright day. The birds chirped at each other. It looks like people are passing by, be it those who are dressed normally, dressed in patient clothes or those in health uniforms.

Ayla was walking in the hospital garden accompanied by a nurse. Breathing in the fresh air made the girl smile. It had been a long time since he could breathe this fresh air.

One week, the time used to recuperate. The girl is now healthy. The way of the road was smooth even though it was still relatively slow.

That one week that cruel man didn't come. From the day he was abused, the man did not reveal his nose at all. Is Ayla happy?

The answer is yes and no. He is happy because if the man does not come, then he does not need to feel anxious. But not seeing that face for one week made Ayla feel a little hollow.

However, the man had turned his heart like winter into a beautiful spring. Yeah, that guy, Edric Nelson. That changed since he woke up in this body, a body that had the name Ayla Navara.

Now he understood, no longer muddy with his status which is Alice Lawrence. Moreover, every day he asked the sister to give him a mirror that increasingly realize that this face is not Alice Lawrence. A stranger named Ayla Navara.

He no longer thought Marvel was Edric. Especially since that incident, made Ayla more sure. Because Edric would never be rude to her even if they were engaged.

It was thought to run away, but what power the door of the room is always guarded tightly. Now the guards were still watching behind him. While passing through the balcony he did not want to die that fast by freefall from the 10th floor.

"Huft," he sighed as he stared at the blue sky above.

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"Your situation is stable. This afternoon you can go home" Austin said after checking in on Ayla. The girl had already returned to her nursery.

"Thank you, Doc," Ayla replied with a smile.

Austin nodded. "I'll excuse you then."

Ayla nodded back. In his heart he was thinking of leaving quietly.

"Miss." A call managed to annihilate Ayla's mind.

"Malvin's? Uh ...."

"Willy, Miss."

"Yes, Willy." Ayla smiled until she managed to make Willy stunned for a moment.

"Hmm, Miss. I was asked by Mr. Marvel to pick you up."

"No, I don't want to go home anymore."

"Whatchu mean? Do I have to be locked up forever? I'm a famous artist, I must have my own house."

"All your assets are over, Miss. To cover all the losses that Miss experienced as a result of the scandal."

"What's? But I don't want to go back to the devil's house."

"Miss, I'll give you a little advice. You don't know Mr. Marvel very well. So as long as he hasn't shown his true form, it's best that Miss obey what she commands" Willy replied with a cold look.

Ayla gulped her saliva violently, never before had she seen Willy's very flat and dark face.

"Come, Miss. The sooner, the better. I've taken care of Miss's return."

"But it's not afternoon yet."

"Sore or now is the same. Miss will still be home."

In the end Ayla could only obey. He doesn't know anyone here anyway. Then nothing can serve as a purpose other than to join this man. At least he still has a place to shelter, even though the girl will not know what will happen in the future.

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"Willy, whose house is this?" ayla asked after getting out of the car. Because Willy did not take him to a simple house at that time, but to a luxury three-story house. No, this house is not just a luxury, but more like a palace.

"This is Mr. Marvel's mansion, miss."

"Miss, let's go in," continued Willy after a while seeing Ayla who put on a confused face. Confused to see so many people dressed in black standing guard.

The girl stepped slowly into this luxurious house. Sepi, was the first impression when Ayla set foot in the living room.

"Why so lonely, Wil?" ayla asked with a frown, outside of the many guards. Inside is like an empty house.

"This hour is quiet, Miss. Because the waiters are preparing lunch in the kitchen." Ayla just heard it.

Silent.

Willy was still waiting for the arrival of the master who he said was on the third floor, in his room.

"Hmm, Willy. You better not call me Miss. Just call me Ayla" Ayla said with a warm smile.

"Then I won't hesitate, Ayla," Willy replied with a smile that was no less warm. Creating the two who looked at each other in that smile.

While someone who was at the top of the stairs witnessed everything. I don't know what's on his mind. To be sure the man had a face that was even flatter and colder than usual.

"Hem." A violent deheman manages to distract Ayla and Willy.

"Master," said Willy while bowing his head respectfully.

Marvel nodded, and Willy resigned. According to him, Marvel will not do anything in this house because it is inhabited by many services. In addition to that much-talking sister of Marvel's cousin, the girl would definitely not let someone be tortured in front of her.

"Bik, Bik Rachel," cried Marvel. Not looking at Ayla who was standing right next to him.

A middle-aged woman seemed to be struggling from the direction Ayla considered the kitchen.

"Yes, Sir."

"Take him to the room I asked him to prepare."

"Good, Sir." The waiter nodded, then smiled at Ayla and took her away. Ayla can only obey.

While some of the waiters who were peeking were files.

"Isn't that Ayla Navara?" Others nodded in response.

"He's your wife, right? Why are you taking him to the warehouse?" the other whisper wants to know.

"You didn't hear the rumors? The master only used it so that the great mistress would not force her to marry Sierra."

"really? What does it mean that we can be arbitrary with Ayla?"

"of course. The room was even given a warehouse, even though we who were servants were given a comfortable room in the next pavilion. Mr. Marvel will definitely not treat him well."

"Yes, I can finally torture that cheap antagonist. How dare he kill the second young master," the inner servant clenched his hands tightly.

"What are you guys doing?"

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Tbc.

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