Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 24 ~ Scar Removal Treatment

Instead of taking his wife to dinner, Allison actually dared him again and again. Not once like his promise, but many times. It even continued in the bathroom. The various styles he saw were practiced. Faylan resigned to be flanked, even though he was sick he would not say because he was used to it.

Allison stopped her activities when she realized that she had not eaten dinner. Faylan soaked in the buthub, while Allison rinsed her body with a shower.

"Have you?" asked Allison who had been wearing a bathrobe on her burly body.

Faylan nodded his head weakly in response. Allison took a towel, then wrapped it in Faylan's sexy body. He held Faylan up to lie on the bed.

"I help you wear it."

"I'm your own, sir!" faylan exclaimed straight away at the sleeping pajamas Allison had prepared for her. Faylan was sure the same would happen again if Allison were to wear clothes for her.

"Alright," replied Allison out of the room. That short time Faylan used to wear clothes. However, not as young as he imagined because his body felt crumpled.

Not long after, Allison came with dinner. They both ate dinner together.

"Is there still a test tomorrow?" ask Allison while feeding Faylan. Faylan shook his head.

"Just have a good time tomorrow" Faylan nodded. His possession was swollen because of the husband. Even though he had applied the ointment, but still felt sore and painful when stepping.

"Is it still sick?"

"No," Faylan lied with a hoarse voice that was almost over.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, it's my duty to serve her husband," Faylan said, greedily devouring her food, she needed a lot of energy to face her husband who never seemed tired let alone satisfied.

"Keep like this sir, give me more pain, do not give me joy and comfort. We'll only be together for a month, after a divorce, our world will be very different," Faylan's mind held tightness in the chest.

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The next day, Faylan woke up first and went straight into the bathroom to clean up. He dodged out of fear that Allison would return to his stature when she woke up that morning. Not afraid that it would hurt again, but afraid that Allison would see her swollen possession.

Just in case, Faylan brought clothes into the bathroom, she wore them there. While coming out of the bathroom, Allison was still sleeping soundly, Faylan stepped slowly towards her room to continue resting there.

A few minutes passed.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" tanya Allison held onto both of Faylan's shoulders.

"No."

"Why go then?"

"The AC in the master's room was too cold, I couldn't bear it" Faylan replied as an excuse. Allison breathed a sigh of relief.

"Prepare, I'll take you away" Allison said.

"Well," Faylan said without asking where Allison would take her.

Since he had already taken a shower, Faylan only needed to change his clothes. She didn't use any makeup because she knew Allison didn't like it. Faylan simply styled her hair to make it more tidy. When he was ready, he waited in the living room.

A split second later, Allison appeared and immediately took Faylan away.

"Beauty clinic? What's for?" ask Faylan inwardly. Faylan thought that she wasn't pretty enough until Allison took her to the beauty clique.

"What's because it's not as narrow as the first night?" think Faylan again.

Allison leads the wife, Faylan trying to keep pace with her husband, despite having to endure the pain of friction down there.

When we entered, there was no visitor there. Faylan knew that Allison had emptied the clinic.

Right now, Faylan had been sitting next to Allison. In front of them was a middle-aged doctor, of course the doctor was female.

"Give my wife a scar-removing treatment" Allison's words left Faylan speechless in a thousand languages.

"Good, sir. I will prepare soon. Please wait a moment," the doctor went to ask his subordinates to prepare the best.

"Do you feel uncomfortable with the scars all over my body?" asked Faylan with teary eyes.

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