Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 15 ~ Go to Panti

"Give me my due."

The deg!

Faylan immediately turned his head, looking at Allison with a racing heart. Allison's suddenly successful request made her break out in cold sweat, even her face pale instantly.

Considering Allison was her legal husband, inevitably, ready to be unprepared, Faylan did have to turn herself in. He let out a long sigh, then nodded his head while saying, "I'm ready."

Allison smiled gently looking at Faylan deeply. Faylan was fascinated to see that sweet smile for the first time. "Don't tell me all this time he's been holding back," Faylan's inner self suspected. Allison is hard to guess.

I say evil, but attention. It's nice, but cold and rough. "Is he a double personality?" ask Faylan inwardly.

No!

"Aw!" ringis Faylan while holding his forehead which Allison jitak.

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't think about perverted things" replied reflexively covering his mouth with both palms.

"I'm not saying you're a pervert" Allison continued, leaving Faylan speechless.

"Have you been waiting for me to take you?" ledek Allison but with a flat facial expression that actually makes Faylan more tense.

"No, never once!" faylan is sure.

"You mean you don't want to?"

"You, "" said Faylan with both cheeks that were red as tomatoes.

"Good, then be prepared. I'll take a shower first" Allison got up and stepped towards the bathroom.

"Master!" get Faylan to stop Allison.

"What?"

"Mr Son likes what color?"

"There's no need to wear lingerie, I'd rather see you plain without a thread" Allison replied with a horrible grin.

It was no longer the choked saliva, but now its breath was choked. Faylan rubbed his chest that was beating fast, "Who's the pervert now?"

Derrt....

Faylan's phone vibrated in a sign of an incoming call. The name of the mother of the parlour was on the screen and Faylan immediately picked it up quickly. The mother of the parlour said that one of the sick sisters kept saying her name. Without a second thought, Faylan went straight out of the room leaving Allison still in the bathroom.

When he was leaving, Faylan accidentally saw Aunt Fani with another waiter carrying a jumbo-sized plastic bag containing many snacks and drinks.

"Where are you going to take this, Bi?" ask Faylan curiously.

"Dropped, miss. All this is about to expire" replied Aunt Fani.

"really?" Faylan examined him, smiling widely when he saw his expiration date was two days ahead.

"Let me throw it away" said Faylan excitedly.

"No need, miss. This is your duty, young master will scold us if he finds out that the lady did something like this" aunt Fani would not allow.

"It's okay, Bi. Just give it to me. After all, Mr. Son is not here," Faylan retorted forcibly, Aunt Fani could do nothing. Faylan had two plastic jumbo bags on his bike.

"See you, Bi!" exclaim Faylan then drove his bike towards the orphanage.

"Where's the hell is she going?"

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After his body was no longer slippery, Allison also finished her bath. Turn off the shower, grabbing a towel and then wrapping it around his sturdy waist. When he came out of the bathroom, Allison's eyes were fixed on the bed on which there was no Faylan.

"Faylan!" call Allison but it sounds legitimate.

"Damn!" as Allison headed for the walk in closet, she picked up and put on any clothes. Then darted away to find Faylan's whereabouts.

"Young master," called Aunt Fani who had just walked into the house.

"Where's Faylan?"

"Miss just left with her bike and—"

Unfinished Aunt Fani said, Allison had gone following suit while contacting a subordinate whom she assigned to guard Faylan from a distance. His subordinate said that currently Faylan was already in the orphanage.

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"You're coming too, son. Luisa's waiting, let's go inside," take the housewife. Faylan handed him a plastic bag containing the food he was carrying.

"What is this, son?"

"There's a little food, ma'am. But, it should be eaten now as it will expire," Faylan replied honestly.

"Gee, your sisters must be happy, I'm helping you carry it," Faylan and the parlour mother headed to the living room carrying two jumbo bags of food.

Getting there, the sick Lucia was so pleased with Faylan's presence. He keeps clinging to Faylan, Faylan feeds him a meal. While the mother of the parlour was busy distributing the food Faylan had brought.

"Enough, Mom?"

"Enough, son," replied the mother.

"Everything is happiness, isn't it?" continues asking.

"Already, Mom!" shout them simultaneously.

"Thank you, brother Faylan."

"Thank you, Faylan!"

"Together, now eaten, yes."

"Well, sister," they answered busy opening snacks and drinks respectively.

"Good to enjoy it all" said Faylan, happy to see her sisters happy.

"Wait!"

Faylan turned to the source of the voice, "A ... Allison...."

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Between not having time to install clothes because of hurry or intentionally because it really does not like to wear clothes🙄🙈. Somewhat laen prince this one🥲