Wife Contract Fake Sniper Limping

42. Family Card (2)

Dennis did not expect Yanti's tears to break seeing the wound on her shoulder. Along the way home, all Dennis thought about was the figure of the man on the roof of the building that was very similar to Darto.

Yanti may want to try living as a real wife with the man. Although all this time Yanti showed signs of interest in him, it could be because Yanti was curious. Because only Dennis was the grown man nearby.

"I can't get hurt like this, sir.." asked Yanti between her sobs. "If Mr. Dennis gets to why, how do I..."

Dennis's heart melted to see those teary eyes directed at him. Without a second thought, he grabbed the body and hugged it tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere if you don't go" whispered Dennis.

Yanti, who was surprised at first, no longer felt shy and hugged behind the body of a man who became a mooring heart. Although limping, Dennis proved to be a solid support for Yanti's life. Then Yanti remembered the figure who called her at the funeral.

"Sir..," Yanti wiped her tears. "Pak Dennis once told my mother that he had taken care of my divorce papers with Darto.."

"Yes, why?" Dennis asked back.

"Is that real or a lie?" asked Yanti who was staring at the face of the man in front of her.

Dennis let go of a hug and looked into Yanti's pair of dark brown eyes. "Why are you asking now?"

"Me," Yanti wet her lips. "I don't feel good if I lie to my mom and dad."

Dennis's eyes were fixed on his soft, wet lips. He recalled the sensation as the lips touched him. In a deep, heavy voice, Dennis asked, "Do you want me to take care of the divorce papers?"

Yanti nodded without taking her eyes off Dennis. "Yes. Make me your only wife, sir."

Dennis' hand moved ahead of his wits. In an instant, he was already enjoying the lips of the woman who entered his life abruptly. The warmth created from their bodies...

"Ti! Yanti! Oho! Oh my goodness!" yelled Mbok Jum who immediately turned home when he saw the two behind the house.

He was worried because he heard that their employer was hurt. Thank goodness it wasn't as bad as she thought.

Yanti and Dennis kept their distance, throwing smiles and shy looks at each other.

"Go in first, sir?" asked Yanti while picking up her fallen clothes earlier.

Dennis berdehem. "Yes. I'm in, rest first."

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Dennis was just planning to take a nap. But when Yanti woke him up, it was already afternoon.

"What time is it?" dennis asked as he moved his stiff body. He had forgotten that his shoulder was injured, and grimaced with pain when the skin around the wound was drawn.

"Five hours less" replied Yanti who was worried about the man in front of her.

Dennis had changed his shirt and put on another shirt. But there was still blood seeping from the bandage and it made Yanti restless. "Can't it hurt like this, sir?"

The man looked. "I saw copet. He's gonna take the camera, but I'm holding it. I didn't know he had a knife."

Yanti again voiced her protest, about how Dennis should be more careful, not alone, and work that turned out to be dangerous. He sat down next to Dennis.

"Sir Dennis can take a shower by himself? If you can't, I'll call Mr. Hendro." Yanti stood up again but Dennis pulled his hand. The man shook his head.

"You're the one who helped me out" Dennis asked, making eye contact with the young mother. For some reason, lately his desire to have Yanti is getting hotter.

He ordered in a deep voice, "Bring clean water in the basin and bath soap."

Every now and then, her thumb moved slowly making a circle over the woman's skin. Yanti pulled her amused hand and left without saying anything. The tingling sensation does not disappear and increasingly spread to the chest and stomach.

"Well." murmured the woman who was astonished. Though only holding hands, but his heart was already stubborn. The sensation that made him unable to hold a smile and wanted to feel it again.

"Yes! Shucks, Yan! Get in the wind later on!" dennis's scream calmed the woman down a little.

Yanti quickly filled the basin with clean water and took it to Dennis's room.

"Yes, Sir!" sahut Yanti, looking forward to the time when he can give the same sensation to his employer.

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