Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 28 - Start Brave

Although being made opium with the presence of his little wife, the man still maintains his sanity. Staring at Mikhayla's innocent shoulder after taking a bath made Keyvan tormented in fact, the man could only stare at her riled up. Yeah, obviously because he can't touch her for now.

After a night of restlessness because he could only hug his wife, this morning he was still not focused at all. The man smiled faintly as the owner of the tiny body was choosing clothes for him to the office.

"Where, why so confused?" asked Keyvan to approach.

Mikhayla has been taking a shower since. It is also surprising why his wife does not immediately wear her clothes.

"Monday, said Papa try to choose a bright color so that the days become a blessing."

Theory from where? It seems that the in-laws have a lot of principles in life, Keyvan thought. The man only pulled the corner of thin lips to hear the wife's words.

"Blue sky you mean? But it's cloudy today, it doesn't really fit."

This is very contrary to him who loves only dark colors. Black, you could say Keyvan is not too much color in his life. The clothes are matching, almost similar and not much style.

"Continue what? Black again?"

Mikhayla stared flat at her husband, since opening the Keyvan closet she was always confused. Had been surprised by the safety collection in his drawer, now he did not understand why the Keyvan shirt is dominant in black and other dark colors. What a dark life it is, Khayla thought.

"As far as you are."

Basic had no stance, he had refused when Mikhayla chose the sky blue shirt. The only shirt with a bright color there, even then maybe because he was khilaf bought it.

"Alright .. wear blue yes, this tie is the same suit this one."

Mikhayla's choice was really not Keyvan at all. He's a little objected actually, most likely he'll be the subject of the teasing of Justin and Keny later. The status of Keyvan as a new widower in their eyes certainly raises various kinds of speculation later.

"I'll wear it."

The man sighed slowly, his hair dry waiting for Mikhayla to finish picking clothes for him. No he showed his objectionable face, though his heart was a little reluctant to wear a shirt.

"His servant is getting out, his aura is peaceful if he wears a blue shirt. Why just one? Though it's good like this rather than all black," said Mikhayla later, his face still looks ordinary with a curiosity that is quite domineering.

"Yes just one, Liora bought it some time ago ... The reason is the same as you, why can it be?"

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Mikhayla's chest was stunned instantly, she brushed off the Keyvan shirt she was holding at the moment. The air supply in this room seemed to not make him relieved at all, Mikhayla was tight due to her own statement.

Khayla's facial changes were clearly visible to Keyvan's eyes. The man looked carefully at the face of the wife who suddenly fell silent a thousand languages, whereas before he had talked a lot and always involved his papa.

"Here's the shirt, tangled if you hold it that way" Keyvan said and made Mikhayla painstakingly catch her breath. Keyvan's previous answer successfully made Mikhayla's chest feel tight.

His wife is unstable, but Keyvan likes it and she laughs in silence. The man rubbed the tip of his nose, just because one name of his wife's mood suddenly changed.

"Why? Shouldn't Monday be a bright day? I want to prove your father's words."

Khayla's eyes suddenly heated up, no matter what Keyvan said she grabbed another shirt. It was up to her husband to be considered a gloomy atmosphere, for the time being he was undoing his intentions.

"Later, the shirt is less blue .. After I look around this is not sky blue," said Mikhayla could have been looking for an excuse, indeed he will never lose his plan in answering his interlocutor.

"Then what if it's not sky blue?" keyvan asked curiously, indeed he could no longer hold back his laughter any longer. His wife was too adorable, so quickly she changed her mind.

"Blue dongok."

Siallan, Keyvan laughed heartily at the answer of his wife. 30 years he lived, only this time he knew there was a color. Mikhayla returned to look for another shirt, again Keyvan was intrigued because his wife was seen accidentally returning the sky blue shirt with a little rough. It seems emotional, Keyvan thought.

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Finished with the husband's shirt, then he moved to wear his shirt. It sounds strange, but this is Mikhayla's habit. He will only use the underware behind the towel, while wearing the shirt of course when the intention is mature.

He who had just finished was made to be amazed by Keyvan's appearance this morning. The first time Mikhayla's eyes were made unblinkingly look at the husband who was very neat, handsome face with firm jaws and fine fur there made him a little unfocused.

Come on, Khayla ..he's not your type at all.

Keyvan's good looks are perfect, but usually Mikhayla likes men who are the same age even below him. Clearly different from Alka who was just growing up, although Alka was handsome but from her posture and all sides was much more perfect husband.

"Why? Just realized I'm handsome?"

Keyvan said so when his eyes did not look at Mikhayla at all. The man turned his head and approached his wife, saying goodbye to go to the office of course.

"Your saliva," Keyvan's successful tease made Mikhayla quickly touch her chin with the back of her hand, really she really thought that her saliva was dripping like Keyvan said.

Shitty, I could have been fooled.

"I go, don't move much .. get well quickly, I can't help it for too long" whispered Keyvan after peeking Mikhayla's lips at a glance, the thin, barely noticeable smile she gave back, this morning it had been how many times Mikhayla was made to pound by her own husband.

- To Be Continue -