Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)
Chapter 33 ~ Night Sports
"Did the lady see anything?"
"N-no, it's nothing. I just want to enjoy the view of the trees here. If you ask permission, you will definitely not allow it, which is why I ran, hehe.." Faylan explained.
"Let's go back, miss. If the young master finds out, we'll be the ones to be punished," the bodyguard asked.
"Alright," Faylan replied, being escorted back into the spring mansion. Faylan went straight back to her room, not forgetting to lock all the windows safely.
"This window glass is so thick, it looks bulletproof. Hopefully so," Faylan immediately moved away from the window. He could not even take a nap as he kept thinking about the mysterious figure he had seen earlier.
"What is my hallucination. This section of the spring mansion is guarded very tightly, where there may be someone who can enter," thought Faylan until he subconsciously slept by himself.
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The sun had set, Allison came home early. Not late at night as planned, dinner with big investors he just canceled.
"Where's Faylan, Bik?" allison asked as she set foot in the house.
"It seems like it's still a break, sir. I dare not wake up," replied Bibik Fani kindly.
"From day to night?" Allison stopped her steps.
"Yes, sir. Lately, she has been sleeping a lot" Aunt Fani explained.
Hearing that, Allison took a quick step towards Faylan's room.
Geck, tok, tok!
Inside the room, Faylan was shocked to death after seeing the clock on the wall of his room. He got up and hurriedly opened the door.
"Sorry, sir. I just woke up" Faylan said as she tidied up her messy hair.
"You sick?" Allison introgated with a sharp look, Faylan immediately shook her head.
"Hand it" Allison said, stepping into her own room to bathe and prepare.
Faylan did the same. Faylan took a short shower for fear that Allison would wait a long time. Even for a while, he still spent half an hour.
Without drying his half-wet hair, Faylan headed straight for the dining room. Just as he expected, Allison had been waiting there.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," ucao Faylan softly.
"Sit down" Allison said without looking. He began to take food and directly devoured it.
"What else are you waiting for?" allison asked with her sharp gaze, Faylan immediately got up and took her own food.
"Why your face?"
"My face?" faylan's mouth doesn't understand.
"Oh, it looks like it's mostly sleeping, sir."
"You're rarely moving now. Come to my room tonight. You need to exercise" Allison pinta as she casually devours her dinner.
"Alright, sir," Faylan replied without the slightest suspicion.
After dinner together, Faylan will bring his dirty dishes to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" ask Allison.
"Dishwash. Sir said I had to move a lot," Faylan said. Allison no longer bothered, she got up and went straight to her room. Faylan helped Aunt Fani wash the dishes.
"Miss shouldn't be like this, there will be me and the other servants" aunt Fani protested.
"Mr Son himself asked me to move a lot, Bik." Aunt Fani shook her head.
After washing the dishes, Faylan returned to his room. With a million of her innocence, Faylan replaced her pajamas with sportswear that happened to be in the closet. Not to forget he also tied his hair that was still half wet.
Faylan got into the elevator and went up to the third floor to Allison's room.
Geck, tok, tok!
"Lake in!" sahut Allison's in there. Allison's bedroom door can be opened and locked with just a remote.
Chequek!
Faylan's door opened excitedly. Faylan swallowed the salivary as she looked at Allison lying on the bed, in open clothes, revealing her burly muscles and veins.
Faylan approached, then said, "Why is the master's shirt torn?"
"You like it?" allison asked with a bass voice as deep as the ocean.
Faylan furrowed his brows in wonder, "Didn't we want sport?" ask plain Faylan.
"Yes, this is my gym clothes. Come here, let's start the sport."
Who wants to exercise night, even spread charm🙄
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