Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 59 - Suspicious.
Keyvan's main target was his wife's bodyguard, going somewhere their brains were so that other men could enter the main room. Even more annoying, they throw each other mistakes and say it is not expected if Leon's arrival will make Keyvan angry.
"Sorry, Mr ... Mr. Leon said if he came on your orders to retrieve Miss Liora's belongings, we think it's been ata_"
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Unfinished the man spoke, Keyvan's palm landed perfectly. Previously, Leon had the same rights as Liora, as a good brother Keyvan allowed Leon to do anything in his house.
"Shut your mouth!! I pay you to look after my wife, not obey someone else's orders."
Indeed, since the wife of Keyvan was still Liora they have carried out the same task. However, when Mikhayla entered the service they changed to look after Mikhayla, while those who did not know that Keyvan's relationship with Leon was not as good as before, let Leon enter just like that.
"You too, Ratni!! Why just shut up if I find out Leon's in my room!!"
Not only were Mikhayla's three bodyguards hit, Keyvan also trapped Ratni with guilt. The woman just silently lowered her head without daring to look at Keyvan directly. The one thing he was so afraid of in this world, the anger of the master and this time it was undeniable that Keyvan was furious.
"Sorry, Mr ... Leon also said that he had obtained permission, I thought everything was fine so I went back to clean the pool," ratni replied nervously and it only made Keyvan even more angry.
"Cleaning pool? That's not your job" Keyvan said pressing down on every sentence, his eyes staring at everything here in anger without the slightest word of apology they could get.
"You know what the impact of your carelessness is? My wife is almost wretched because of all of you stupid brains!! Leon's not the host and you shouldn't just obey."
Keyvan was completely powerless to hold back his anger. His palms seemed unsatisfied despite landing a punch right on the faces of the four tall men in black uniforms, all this time Keyvan never vent anger in this way.
"Sorry, Mr. .. We think Mr. Leon's intentions are good and do not mean to make the young lady wretched," said Erlan, who may be tired of punching holes from Keyvan.
"You lied!! Mike, you're smart enough to understand what's going on, not knowing if what's coming will harm my wife."
With anger still running out, Keyvan pulls Mike's shirt collar. Keyvan's confidant whom he truly relied on was able to protect Mikhayla, his wife.
"Absolutely not, because as I recall Mr. Leon was kind and you yourself said to treat him as much as you. So why is everything our fault?" mike asked without the slightest fear when the corner of his lips had drained blood.
"But this time is different, you should understand that!!"
"I'm very sorry for this incident, sir. But indeed Loen only climbed for a short while after that he hurriedly left. There was absolutely nothing suspicious when he left."
"Get out."
Keyvan won't ask any more, because all he finds is relentless defense. He would solve it on his own without needing to ask anyone much.
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Although he had not found the real bright spot, Keyvan returned to the room first. His wife must be cold in the bathroom right now.
"It's okay ... it will go away on its own, stop crying," said Keyvan smooth and clasped Mikhayla's fingers still trying to rub the reddish marks on her chest so roughly, his crying was slowly subsiding but it was still so real and Keyvan's soul was shaken.
"When? It's disgusting, I don't like."
"You've taken a shower, we cleaned it up. Don't look." Keyvan continued to dry his hair, to be honest he was sick at the moment. It's just that, if he shows that he does not like it either, it is certain that his wife feels more pain as well.
The room was a mess, until all the pillows and bolsters were no longer irregular. Keyvan tidied it all up first, he who remembered that Leon might have climbed into his bed immediately changed the bed sheet and had absolutely no intention of storing it again.
Mikhayla sat down on the sofa, staring at everything her husband was doing with the sweat that was now soaking her forehead and face. Not only tired, but also anger is clearly drawn there.
"Sleep, you're cold."
Mikhayla only nodded as Keyvan approached. Her knees still felt weak and now only able to hug the husband as a backrest.
"Sorry, I can't take care of myself."
"It's not your fault, but it's my fault I'm too trusting that others will find you valuable as well." Keyvan hugged him so tightly, though he was angry there was no way he could have turned on Mikhayla.
- To Be Continue -