Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 25 ~ Dinner Banquet

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

"Don't get me wrong, that's not what I mean," Allison panicked.

"Then what?"

"Every time I want to touch you, I can't bear to see it. You are still beautiful in my eyes" Allison explained without looking at Faylan as she was amused by her own words.

Every time you have a relationship, Allison enjoys being addicted and never satisfied. However, the scars all over Faylan's body made him uncomfortable. Thinking about what happened to the wife to get the wound, makes her heart ache.

"May I ask you something?" faylan is serious.

"Of course, say," replied Allison.

"Some scars were obtained along with my mother. It might disgust you, but this scar is precious, there are memories between me and my mother in it" Faylan said, holding back tears.

Hearing Faylan's expression, Allison immediately hugged him very tightly. Allison quietly wiped her tears rough, her heart ached to hear the words of her wife.

"I'm not at all disgusted, I swear you're so delicious. From now on forget those bad memories, you just need to remember the good memories," Allison replied releasing her embrace, she looked at Faylan lovingly with both hands firmly grasping Faylan's shoulder.

"Master, a lifetime together with mom, we never got fond memories, every moment was just pain. Bad memories are good memories for me. I beg you, do not lose the good memories in my body, "please Faylan again.

Allison got up, turned around, rubbed her hair up to her face. Then carry Faylan and bring her home.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. You know, the scar doesn't affect your race at all" Allison explained as she drove the car.

"I understand, sir. Thank you for following my wishes."

"Together."

Allison takes Faylan home, then he returns to the company. Allison wouldn't let Faylan go anywhere without her permission. Faylan used the time to recover his body, he rested all day.

In the afternoon before night, Faylan woke up and got excited. The pain down there is no longer felt. The door to his room was knocked, Faylan immediately opened it.

"Come in, Bik."

"No need, miss. I just want to give this to miss," said Aunt Fani, holding out two totabag. Faylan accepted it in surprise.

"What is this, Bik?"

"It was the new guan and heels chosen directly by the young master," replied Aunt Fani smiling knots.

"Gaun and heels?" Faylan doesn't understand.

"Yes, Miss. Now also the lady took a shower and immediately prepared, soon the young master will come to pick her up," continued Aunt Fani explained.

"Pick up?"

"A dinner banquet?" Faylan is still loading due to just waking up.

"True, it's better for miss to get ready now. Do not let the young master wait for a long time," urged Aunt Fani to fear the tantrums of her young master.

"Alright," replied Faylan obediently.

It did not take long, Faylan was ready with a closed dress and heels as high as three centimeters. Without makeup, Faylan still looks charming. Faylan walked towards the living room where Allison had been waiting for her.

Seeing the arrival of the wife, Allison immediately rose with an amazed expression. Despite choosing the most simple and closed dress, Faylan still shines. Any outfit will adhere perfectly to her unusually sized sex body.

If you do not remember any promises, then now Allison has pounced on her wife brutally.

"I'm ready sir" Faylan said in a still hoarse voice despite having been given a traditional potion by Aunt Fani.

"We're leaving now," Allison gave her arm to Faylan's sidecar.

In the car, Allison and Faylan sat next to each other in the middle seat. While in front sat an armed guard and also Assistant Juan as the driver.

"Road now" Allison said.

"Well, sir," said Juan's assistant began driving at a moderate speed.

Arrive at a fancy restaurant that has been emptied. Allison again took Faylan into it to the vvip room.

In front of the room had stood a few of Allison's bodyguards. One of them said that the invited guest had been waiting in the room. Upon entering the room, a 56-year-old man greeted them.

"Sorry to keep Uncle waiting" Allison said kindly.

"It doesn't matter, is she your wife?" the man stared at Faylan meaningfully.

"True, she's my wife."

"Faylan, do you remember Melvin?" allison asked.

"Daisy's husband" Faylan replied, nodding her head.

"He was Melvin's father" Allison explained.

"Hallo Miss Faylan, introduce me to Torres....

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