Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 19 - Nothing Is Free

Early in the morning Keyvan had finished bathing, Mikhayla who had always been used to waking up in the afternoon just looked at him confused.

"Where are you going?"

Not a normal day, but a weekend. Mikhayla forgot yesterday that her husband had been killed in-laws yesterday, knowing that the woman's life had not been collected perfectly.

"Mama's House."

Keyvan answered briefly, it was still early in the morning so he did not mean to disturb his wife's sleep. However, Keyvan's movements were clearly felt until Mikhayla woke up earlier today.

"Mama? I'm coming with you."

He sparkled, the magnitude of the longing for Zia made Mikhayla forget that the relationship between Keyvan and his parents was not that good. She innocently thought that the Mama Keyvan was referring to was Liora's parents, not her.

"Mrs Liora, not your mama."

Deg

He who was previously spirited down from the bed suddenly became lethargic. Somehow Mikhayla's mind as if blasphemed by a large chunk of stone after hearing Keyvan's words, could this hurt? But, even if the pain is the reason? For whatever sake Mikhayla was confused by herself.

"Oh, my mother Lio."

She appreciated her late husband's wife, since the beginning she had called the woman in the photo as a sister. His haunting drowsiness suddenly disappeared instantly, replaced with a scar that Mikhayla could not understand because of what.

"Hm, do whatever you want, but don't try to get out of this house."

Keyvan did not think that his words would make his little wife's feelings flinch, after all he could not invite Mikhayla at this time. How will Liora's extended family respond if she finds out she was married in a matter of days after the death of her first wife.

"Yes." Yeah."

Just woke up but he was suddenly lethargic, only able to look at the owner of that handsome face and body with such perfection from a distance. What happened to Mikhayla? Shouldn't she be ordinary, after all Zia would not be called Mama by the man.

"I might go home at night, sleeping alone doesn't matter, right?"

"Surrection," Mikhayla replied briefly, I don't know what wind has gotten into her so bold as to answer like that.

While Keyvan, who was wearing his shirt, felt Mikhayla's answer was a little strange, both in tone and words sounded different.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

Not finished with the button business of his shirt, the man now approached the wife who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Keyvan frowned because he felt that Mikhayla was sniffing at him, but yesterday the wife seemed to be afraid of him.

"Why you?"

"No why-why, just answer it up .. it is up to go home at what time."

True as well, but the previous one did sound ketus and Keyvan as if not received. The man stared intently at the wife with the intention of making her remain shrivelled, but instead of being afraid of Mikhayla casually looking back at Keyvan's sharp eyes.

"How dare I look at you like that, I'm your husband, Mikhayla."

Keyvan snapped his wife's forehead slowly, clearly not sick. Mikhayla clucked bitterly but she did not intend to shake Keyvan's hand.

Within seconds, Keyvan eroded the distance until the two were so close this time. A little bit of a shift in the face the two will touch.

Once a habit, when actually Keyvan does not make his heart beat. Since getting married the two have never done anything sweet even just a short kiss, with Keyvan approaching like this clearly he was thinking all sorts of things.

Huft, congratulations.

The knock on the door that just now really saved Mikhayla's soul. Suddenly he sighed slowly when Keyvan stood up again while clucking so upset.

"Ck, just interrupt!!" the man then passed out of the room, with long steps and most likely he did not like it because his pleasure was disturbed so.

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Moments later, Keyvan returned with a mobile phone box that Mikhayla knew was the latest release this month. From a distance he made sure it would not be wrong, Mikhayla's heart really improved instantly.

"Forku?"

Confident it must be, although Keyvan has not given the cellphone cue for him Mikhayla already clapped and looked at Keyvan's face with sparkling eyes.

"Hm, but that doesn't mean you're free to connect with anyone after having this." That was the rule, Keyvan just felt like he could not bear to see him the last few days exactly the boy who had yet to have the chance to hold his own phone.

"Yes, I just didn't memorize my own phone number .. take it easy," Mikhayla said, convincing Keyvan to give the phone away.

Before he gave it, Keyvan checked the phone first. Do not forget to enter his phone number as the first destination that can be contacted.

"But wait, you know in this world nothing is free, right?"

Keyvan restrained himself, the man smiled cunningly then. His phone is still in the hands of Keyvan, he's a man who always considers profits. He wants to give something away for free.

"meaning?"

"Give me a kiss."

Mikhayla did not mishear, Keyvan asked for a kiss and it was not on the cheek. But on his lips, Mikhayla fell silent and confused afterwards.

"You have three seconds to make a choice, I don't have much time ... One ... two ...."

Once upon a time, Mikhayla looked at him confusedly and then clenched her hand now. Very sly, not nothing already two alone. However, Mikhayla needs that thing and she misses her life.

"Thr_"

Cup

Unceasingly stale, Mikhayla advanced her face until her lips fused together in an instant. Just a glance and that he did in a hurry, the man clearly did not feel satisfied if it was just this.

"just so? It was a kiss, not a kiss" protested Keyvan staring flat at Mikhayla who had been flushed with great shame.

"Then what do you want?" mikhayla asked puzzled but she seemed to understand what Keyvan meant.

"Look," said Keyvan, pulling the nape of his neck.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

...... Resume