Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 66 - Letting Go (Hindness)

"Haha?!!" Mikhayla's eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the figure of a man in all black clothes complete with a hat and mask on his face.

Mikhayla knew Keyvan even from his posture. He hurriedly opened the glass door and pulled Keyvan in. Her chest pounded and opened the mask that covered Keyvan's face, the husband's smile as soon as he missed it.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" mikhayla asked with her eyes now condensing, every night she wished the owner of this warm smile would be in her presence.

Keyvan shook his head slowly, with all the affection and the outpouring of the man's longing embracing the wife. Mikhayla's trembling shoulders explained that she was crying, as sweet as her inner meeting kept crying.

"I miss you, Khayla .. very, very much miss."

For a long time both of them held that position, Keyvan peeked at the wife's cheek many times. They were only three days apart, but Keyvan felt tortured for years. Sounds excessive, but it is real.

"Calm down, I'm here."

Keyvan wiped Mikhayla's tears so slowly, after three days of being able to only monitor the wife's room from a distance, now the tiny body she missed was back in her arms.

"How are you doing, is it better? Hm?"

Keyvan asked as he examined the reddish marks that were the root of his anger problem, already looking better but still visible though faint.

"Already, Mama gave the outside medicine also in some of her scars."

Mikhayla's explanation momentarily made Keyvan rise in blood. The man went back to heat for a while until he ended up breathing slowly. Mikhail's words about him as a man who failed to be called husband again ringing, really Keyvan ashamed of himself.

"In a moment, I close the door first .. later om Babas realized that the door is open," said Mikhayla then ran slowly, because usually this hour Bastian is still standing guard in front, but still, even more so when Mikhayla was at home.

Keyvan looked at Mikhayla's room, how sad his fate was. Meet the wife alone must fight like a thief, his talent infiltrated inherent since long ago. Although, he admitted to being able to break into Mikhail's house was quite difficult and needed a really mature strategy. He didn't even go to work for three days to devise a plan to meet his wife.

Not only that, he even locked the room door first. Fearing her papa secretly entered, Mikhayla is better at preventing than treating. It wouldn't be funny if they got caught in the middle of the night like this.

"It."

Such a bland remark to Keyvan, every doing everything Mikhayla would approach him with the same smile. Keyvan smiled faintly at him, Mikhayla's eyes still blushing. However, the presence of Keyvan makes it that happy, tangible evidence if both of them are equally needed.

"Why locked?"

"I'm afraid Papa comes in all of a sudden, and he'll say what about us?"

A few days ago Mikhayla almost lost herself, and now in front of Keyvan she will not show the wound. Because the disgusting thing is not to be remembered, and he tried to forget the existence of Keyvan.

"No, Papa has a thousand ways to separate, but I also have a million ways to find you, Khayla."

There are no rules that make Keyvan's life restrained. The only country he's about, let alone the prohibition of Mikhail is just a sentence wrapped in anger. Patiently asked for days, it was clear he could not.

"So how's it going? Isn't there a guard down?"

"It can be, even if I explain you won't understand," said Keyvan chuckled, if he explained maybe Mikhayla wouldn't believe it.

As difficult as he was to wait for the right time, Keyvan even ate only bread and mineral water while watching over the Mikhail family palace. Not to conquer an enemy or another, but for the sake of a princess so loved by the ruler since childhood and Keyvan is trying to seize the princess of the kingdom.

Keyvan stared fixedly at Mikhayla's beautiful eyes, if usually the wife would avoid being stared at so, this night is different. Although he did not speak directly, it could be ascertained if his longing was that deep.

"Sleep, it's too late" said Keyvan, so soft, Mikhayla's eye circumference looked black and it was unusual.

"But hugged," pinta Mikhayla who was then adopted by Keyvan, the purpose of sneaking in was not just to deliver a message or just a casual guest. Rather than deliberately sleeping with Mikhayla, that was why she acted as the night began to dissolve.

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For almost half an hour, both had no intention of going to sleep. Both Mikhayla and Keyvan are still looking at each other. Keyvan had already rubbed Mikhayla's face many times, instead of sleeping she just laughed every time Keyvan did so.

"Khay, aren't you sleepy?"

"Not yet, still at home to see this scene," he answered casually and then smiled, even though his eyes had begun to dim even just in line because they were too sleepy.

"Sleep, honey .. It's midnight."

"Hm, sleep."

Caring for the devil with tomorrow, though this time Keyvan slept without permission in his wife's room, he had no thought at all. After three days and three nights of rest, Keyvan was able to sleep comfortably.

"Sorry, Papa .. I was forced to cheat because I really needed your daughter."

"Wait on!! If tomorrow suddenly Papa knows how?"

Keyvan gasped, his drowsiness suddenly disappeared when his little wife suddenly woke up due to his bad thoughts. In Mikhayla's eyes, Keyvan is currently Mikhail's nemesis, clearly worried that her husband might be doomed tomorrow morning.

"Just calm down, honey .. tomorrow I'll be home before Papa wakes up, trust me." Although his heart was almost dislodged, Keyvan still tried to calm down when talking to Mikhayla. Confused as to why his wife could be so excited, Keyvan thought.

"Wake up at four, will you?" Mikhayla was hesitant actually, because since yesterday-yesterday Mikhail would enter every time he just woke up early.

"Hm, don't worry ... That's the hour your husband usually wakes up in the morning, Qianzy"

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