The Young Master's Blind Wife

Can't do anything

Poor Ayla just sat down from morning till noon. This umpteenth day on the edge of his bed had not changed at all even his memory of Arga's speech was still ringing in his head.

"Stop whining like I care about you, listen Ayla. I married you because of status and about me getting married again it's my business, I'm so unruly to anyone, even you're my own wife."

"I don't feel great or feel in the wind as well moved when you say it's okay I'm getting married again no matter you're not considered, Satuhal Ayla! Understand, I don't like to add to the burden of all the women out there not understanding what they want and need, I just marry you forced."

Her tone spoke as if Ayla was really a burden to her.

Ayla held her wand trembling.

"Why did you just know hem.. I was rude and cruel." Pointing Ayla's forehead until he nodded and returned to the front again.

"Your brain thinks better, you why not just refuse if you don't want why instead accept it," said Arga increasingly rude.

"See... The truth is you're the one who's marrying me, not me."

"The stupid base is unconscious."

Both of his hands were terrorized as Arga said all the harsh words did not stop there.

The sound of knocking on the door blew Ayla's daydream.

Ayla who was still sitting enjoying the sun until it was really noon now began to feel the heat. Ayla walked up from the chair with her silver stick and approached the door as she approached the door slowly Ayla opened it.

'Can I do everything myself in this house?'

'I'm so scared.'

"For so long you open the door, your ears are closed huh, why make me wait to open the door, now come down and come with me," arga's words instantly made Ayla could only quietly follow the rough handrails of her dancing to continue to follow her quickly down the stairs.

And do not think that Ayla could fall down because of the careless actions of Arga.

The reality of the knocking on the door actually came in her room which Ayla thought was the knock on the next room.

Now even in a rough pull down. Ayla must what look alone will never be able to and is now being forced. This time it seems that there is no point in refusing.

Last night Arga told me to say that Ayla should take advantage of her role as his wife.

Ayla who would like to be in Arga's house even though now his wife.

Now Arga treats him very rude and careless.

Ayla is Ayla. Now his hand was in the hands of Arga who had gone somewhere to lead him.

"Lake in." Flat and cold. That voice was always what Ayla heard but, when she did not hear it some time ago Ayla's feeling was very sad, crazy was Ayla.

"You still want to get in or I pull you in the car huh," said Arga rudely.

Ayla entered when the car door was opened Arga and when she was sitting in the car Arga again clucked lazily.

Pairing the seat belt and the distance of her face with Ayla was very close. Ayla felt that Ayla was not plain-plain, Perfume and breath odor that was very fragrant aroma of special spices it made Sarea restless but, still calm to see on her face.

Arga was just indifferent and drove his car away.

"I heard last night that you broke a water pitcher and it made the waiters clean up if you couldn't do it right" Arga said while driving.

Ayla stared straight ahead.

"You said I didn't know about you, you said we didn't have to take care of life and the problems we do with each other, so what do you mean you asked about the glass teapot last night," said Sarea back with a flat and cold voice suddenly talk makes Arga somehow even want to get angry.

"Indeed, how much you want to break a water pitcher, if you can't do anything from the beginning, ask for help" Arga said louder