The Supernatural Wife of the Paralyzed Young Master

Find Frans!!

A Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, speeding on a stretchy road. The luxury car entered a hilly area located in the western part of Seoul. The car was driven by two men, a man and a woman.

Not far from that car. It looks like another car is also driving behind it. It was quite far away, about ten meters. But the existence of the car, of course, is known by the Lamborghini car driver.

Every now and then the Lamborghini driver looks back through the rearview of his car. The man smirked cynically. Making the woman beside him who was none other than Nuwa was staring at him confused

"What's wrong?" the girl asked curiously. Nuwa is indeed a Goddess, but she does not have a strong instinct like Rey.

"We're being followed." Answer Rey chimed in.

Then Nuwa looked back, and found a black sedan usually worn by Frans drove slowly behind. And of course they both know who is driving the car.

"Hehehe...!! Looks like giving a little lesson to the stalker and the fake face is no harm." Nuwa said with a mysterious smile. I don't know what the girl was planning. "Reduce the speed of the car!!"

Rey looked. "For what?" he looked at his wife curious.

"Not ask much. Just slow down the car. I have an idea so he doesn't follow us anymore!!" nuwa explained.

Rey complies with Nuwa and immediately reduces the speed of her car. He wondered what his wife was planning.

Nuwa opened her left palm, and pointed her index finger at that palm. Dozens of spikes and marbles suddenly appeared in his palm.

Then Nuwa I nail and the marbles into the road. And suddenly the black sedan stopped speeding, after the front division hit a nail that automatically made the car tire leak instantly.

Rey grunts. He thought what idea the woman had. It turns out oh, and it was unexpected. But Nuwa's idea is okay too. And thanks to the girl's ridiculous idea, the fake face no longer followed them. And now Rey can drive the car quietly.

And in the meantime...

Frans fake looks angry and upset himself because his car suddenly stopped. He had no idea what was going on, and then Frans came down to check and make sure nothing was wrong with his car.

Upon his arrival outside, a fake trance saw his front tire deflated. But he did not find out what caused it. Because the nails and marbles spread by Nuwa suddenly disappeared without a trace. So too with the fake Lamborghini Frans followed.

"Damn!! I would lose track of them. Erkkhh...!! And also like this, how can I go home!!" he's squeezing frustration.

Either because of stupid or what, when he can use his power to go home or fix his car tires are deflated.But unfortunately not done by the fake Frans. He just kept pacing around indistinctly, while thinking of how to go home now.

"Aarrkkhh!! Shit, shit, shit!! Know this I won't follow them both!!"

Fake Frans is in confusion now. He was confused as to how and what to do, if he went home too far. They follow Rey and Nuwa but lose track of them.

He's really a dilemma. And all he could do was sit on the side of the road waiting for a car to pass so he could get a ride back to town. Either her fate was indeed hunting, or because she was the stupid Goddess of darkness?! And its authenticity as the Goddess of darkness still needs to be questioned.

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After traveling for about two hours. Finally they both arrived at a place that became one of the best strawberry producers in South Korea. Strawberries have the nickname 'snow rain aroma' where this fruit grows along with the winter rains in Korea.

"Have we arrived?" Nuwa looked at Rey curiously. The girl then looked around. This place is very foreign, because Rey has never taken him to this place before.

"Let's go down, I'll take you to taste the winter strawberries." He said, pushing the door to his left.

Nuwa squinted her eyes. "Winter strawberry, is there? Why do I never know, when I am the Goddess of the four seasons. Even the strawberry taste I've never tasted it" said Nuwa.

"Then I'll take you to taste it. Come,"

Rey grabs the hand of Nuwa, both of them walking hand in hand into the strawberry plantation.

This place looks deserted, no visitors seen anyone coming to visit. Usually very crowded. And one reason, because this plantation has been rented by Rey for a whole day. So that no one else could come here, other than himself and Nuwa.

A middle-aged man was seen approaching the two of them. He was the owner of this estate, and the arrival of the two of them was of course welcomed by him.

"Welcome, Young Master, Young Miss Qin. I'm the one who will guide you both to get around in our garden, here there are several types of strawberries, and Almost all famous. But the White strawberry is the most in demand, because it is unusual and unique." Say that man.

While walking, the man explained about strawberry plants that his garden had. "And this is what is called strawberry 'snow moon aroma' the only strawberry that can grow in winter very well. There are many types, but they are not fruitful. And over there is, white strawberry. Please try it."

Rey leaves Nuwa to pick some strawberries which she later gives to her wife. Actually Rey does not like strawberries at all, because the fruit seems sour and sweet. And he doesn't like it.

"Try it," Rey handed over some strawberries she picked to her wife.

Then the Goddess accepted it with pleasure, then tried the Strawberry. "Uhhh...!! It tastes very juicy, sweet sour and fresh. I really like it. You should try it too, Rey." Pinta Nuwa while pointing the strawberry in her hand at Rey.

Not wanting Nuwa to be disappointed If she refused, Rey finally tasted it a little. Unlike Nuwa who was so enthusiastic after trying the strawberry. Rey didn't even show any expression, flat.

"How does it feel? Yummy right?" nuwa said to make sure.

"Hn, uh,"

Nuwa nodded enthusiastically. "I like this one better than I did. This one the meat is thicker and sweeter, and the acid is just a little. Rey you should try it too" Nuwa said, pointing the strawberry in her hand at the man.

This time Rey refused. He really doesn't like strawberries. But his refusal made the girl disappointed. "Basic sucks. I only asked you to taste a little, but why don't you want to?!" the girl folded her hands and threw away her face. Rey pissed him off.

The man breathed. He was forced to obey Nuwa's wishes so that he tasted the white strawberry. "Well, I'll taste it a little." then he took the strawberry from Nuwa's hand and ate it. Making a smile on the lips of the girl expand widely.

"Well, so dong. It's good, I can't lie to you." He said with a big smile.

Rey nodded. "Hm, good." she replied.

And when the girl looked the other way. Rey hastily throws away the strawberry in her mouth. Honestly, Rey does not like the taste of strawberries. He wanted to eat it just because he didn't want to let Nuwa down.

"Young Master, please!!"

Deggs..

Faintly Rey heard Frans' voice so softly asking her for help. Then the man sharpened his listener's senses, hoping Frans' voice would be heard again.

Nuwa looked at her husband in a daze when she saw Rey looking for something. "What's up, Rey? Why are you so vague? Who are you looking for?" asked Nuwa curiously.

"I heard a voice, Frans. And most likely he's around here. You stay here don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!!" rey is rejected by Nuwa.

The girl shook her head. "I don't want to be left alone here!! I'm coming with you."

Rey sighed. "Alright," the two then left the strawberry garden.

Rey was pretty sure it was Frans' voice. And Rey's convinced that his personal assistant is around here somewhere. Rey remembers that there was a simple abandoned building in the northern part of the strawberry plantation.

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"Young Master, please!!"

A gentle wreath came out from the lips of a man whose body was tied to a worn wooden chair. His face looked pale, and his body was powerless.

When viewed from his current condition, it has been more than two days the man did not eat and drink. Until he was dehydrated.

He was eager to escape from this stuffy and dark place, but there was nothing he could do but surrender and wait for someone to come to his rescue. And he was very hopeful, if his Young Master heard his desperate voice.

"FRANCE!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Like getting an Oasis in the middle of a barren desert. Frans regained the dim light of his life after hearing the familiar voice.

As much as possible he let out his voice louder, so that the person could find him.

"Young Master, I'm here!!" but unfortunately Frans' voice was not so loud, because all his energy had been drained. "Young Master, I'm here. Please help me!!"

BRAKK...

"FRANCE!!"

Clear liquid flowed from the corner of Frans' eyes looking at who was coming. There he is, his Young Master comes to his rescue. "Young Master, Young Madam, you two found me?"

"Don't say much!! You better shut up!!" said Rey while opening a bond on Frans' body. "Me and Nuwa will get you out of here soon. And I'll reward the woman who made you this way. There will be no mercy for him!!"

"Thank you, Young Master. I thought, I'm gonna die here. I'm so frustrated waiting for you to come. Young Master, I think I can't accompany you anymore. I thought, if I'm going to die!"

"Close your mouth, you better shut up!! You will not die without my permission!! And I never allowed you to die!!!"

Then Nuwa knelt down in front of the two. The Goddess opened her palm, some fruit and food and water were now in front of the three of them. Nuwa took the water and gave it to Frans.

"Drink first, after this eat all the food I have prepared!! You lack fluids and you're starving!!" nuwa said as she looked at Frans anxiously.

Rey was relieved that she was finally able to find Frans, and fortunately it was still not too late. Rey doesn't know what the man's fate will be if he's one more day late. Maybe he'll lose Frans forever. And Rey would never be willing if she had to lose her confidant.

And after Frans' condition began to improve, they both took him away from this place. Not to forget Rey also created a fake Frans that she made from a wooden rod to trick the demonic woman. And for a while, Rey won't take Frans home.

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Seriate.