Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 23 ~ Once Again!

"Damn!" allison grabbed the car keys and rushed out of her study. Juan's assistant who accidentally saw his master running, immediately followed.

Juan's assistant followed by using his own car, because his master had already driven at high speed.

Allison continued to speed, not caring about the other riders who almost collided because of her actions. Allison drove the car while picking up the distress call from the number of the special bodyguard protecting Faylan from a distance.

"Where have you been!?" snapped Allison.

"Mr Son."

Ckitta!

Allison stepped on a sudden brake right in the middle of the road, jammed traffic. The noise from the horn he did not listen because his focus was only on the voice of the wife across there.

"Faylan where are you?" ask Allison quickly.

"Mr Son, help me. My phone fell and broke, it's me.. I.." Faylan's whining made Allison panic.

"Where!?"

"Ja-walk ma-war."

Allison returned to gas at high speed.

When he reached his destination, Allison got out of the car in a hurry. Seen Faylan was sitting hugging herself on the sidewalk, Allison ran over.

"Finally Mr. Son da—"

"You hurt? Where's the wounded? Where's?" allison asked as she examined the wife's body.

"Sir, I'm fine. It's just—"

"Thank God," Allison cut straight into Faylan tightly.

"Mr Son, please have a man in that car. There were some people attacking and he was protecting me" Faylan said, pointing to a damaged car on the front.

Instead of listening to what Faylan said, Allison carried Faylan to her car.

"Mr Son, the man over there is hurt because of me" Faylan said.

"Juan will take care of it, I need to punish you," Allison replied as she gave the order through her eyes to Juan's assistant who had just arrived.

While in the car, Faylan just sculpted until the car stopped in front of the spring mansion. Faylan got out of the car straight away, he resigned when Allison again held him ala bridal. Faylan looked frightened as Allison's sharp gaze was many times more terrifying while being angry.

BRACKET!

Allison closed the door with her feet. Faylan swallowed the salivary to great lengths. "I'm not letting you go!" Allison laid Faylan on the bed in her own room.

Allison crawled up to the bed.

"Wait, sir. My bike," Faylan held down Allison's field chest.

"You won't use it again!" Allison began to strip her own clothes.

Cup

"What kind of punishment is this!?" faylan screamed inwardly as Allison braved her again that afternoon.

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"How's the condition?" allison asked who was sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe covering her burly body. He had just finished bathing after giving the punishment to make Faylan helpless.

"The operation went well and now his condition is starting to improve, sir. For a while to be hospitalized," replied Juan's assistant across the street.

"Do you know who's behind it?"

"Still the same doer, sir," he replied again.

"When the bastard will show up!" as Allison wrath.

"Find a more reliable bodyguard. Don't just one, send some people. Do not let something like this happen again," continued Allison seriously while looking at Faylan who was asleep with his tired face.

"Ready, sir."

Calling Allison to turn off, he got up and sat on the edge of the bed while gently rubbing the top of Faylan's head. One kiss landed on his wife's forehead, Faylan only shuffled and continued to sleep.

"Wake up and have dinner first" he asked, but Faylan did not respond.

"Is it still sick?" still doesn't sound legitimate. Allison grabbed the ointment in the drawer, then climbed onto the bed.

"Master what do you want!?" ask Faylan in a panic.

Allison did not wink when she saw two of Faylan's dangling mounds challenging her. Realizing that, Faylan grabbed the blanket and immediately covered her potluck chest.

Allison shook her head then let out a long sigh, trying to dampen the back-stabbing desire.

"Applying this ointment, lie down and open your thighs" Allison said.

Faylan seemed hesitant, but he obeyed and did what Allison asked. Allison started to apply her ointment down there. As soon as he finished, Faylan instantly closed both of his thighs again. Allison kept him.

"One more time."

"NO....

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Addicted dia🙄