Alamanda, Nurse for My Son
Chapters. 117.

“You see inside Master's bedroom. Looks like there's a little commotion.” Marcel said as he continued to step towards the bedroom door. Mr. Ernestan who was worried about his wife also immediately got up and also stepped behind Marcel.

The two of them reached the door of the bedroom. Marcel immediately opened the door of the room. Mr. Ernest looked shocked when he saw Alamanda squatting down below while picking up the broken glass.

“Hmmm Mama must be when you want to grab scissors drop glasses and make them wake up. Failed to take Alamanda hair sample tonight.” Mumbles Mr. Ernestan while kneeling his forehead.

Marcel immediately stepped in quickly to approach his busy-looking wife.

“Darling, what happened? Who slammed the glass?” ask Marcel as he continues to move.

“Not slam Papa's glass... Oma accidentally dropped her drinking glass.” shouted Charlotte who was still sitting on the edge of the bed with her two tiny legs hanging. Mistress Ernest was still lying with her back leaning against the head of the bed. One hand was still holding a sample of Alamanda's hair and one hand was holding a piece of tissue that Alamanda had taken. Mistress Ernest was still confused to wrap a sample of Alamanda's hair because he did not expect Charlotte to wake up and Alamanda had arrived.

“Charlotte you do not go down to the floor before the floor is completely clean.” Marcel said as he continued to move. Marcel was like Alamanda worried about Charlotte who used to get out of bed with bare feet.

“Let the hotel attendant alone clean Al.” Marcel said then he headed to the place of the phone plane and contacted the hotel. While Mr. Ernest seemed to also step closer to his wife.

While Marcel was still busy contacting the hotel, Alamanda still stepped into the trash. Mistress Ernest quickly gave a sample of Alamanda's hair to Mr. Ernest silently, and unbeknownst to Charlotte who was still staring at her Papa who was busy calling the hotel .

“Hmmm thank goodness I got a sample of Alamanda.” Mumbled Mr. Ernest inwardly and grasped tightly the sample of Alamanda's hair.

“Alright, I'm out to open the door of the hotel attendant who will come clean.” Said Mr. Ernest got a chance to get out immediately and save the sample of Alamanda's hair.

“Nona Charlotte sleeps again yes.pardon Oma Ernest who has disturbed the sleep Miss. “ said Mr. Ernest again while turning to Charlotte then he immediately stepped out of the room.

“Iya Darling.. Charlotte bobok again yes.” said Marcel as he stepped closer to Charlotte. And then Marcel cradled Charlotte's tiny body he squid his forehead and he timang timang to immediately sleep soundly again, because Marcel still hopes to do good with the wife.

Meanwhile somewhere else. In one of the rooms of a three-star hotel. The still half-conscious Mr. Sam forcefully pulled the jacket worn by Eveline.

Eveline seemed to be just following. As Mr. Sam pushes Eveline's body into bed, Eveline falls on the edge of the bed. Eveline's bust looked more charming and also Eveline's smooth white thighs wearing a bright red sexie dress.

Master Sam swallowed his own saliva was really not able to bear to see Eveline's synthetic body that often practiced martial arts.

And just as Mr. Sam's body was about to overlap Eveline, it arrived...

CIIIAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT

One unexpected kick by Mr. Sam was released by one right foot Eveline and right hit the face of Mr. Sam who was impatient to taste Eveline's smooth and crazy body.

BRUUUKK

Mr. Sam without a chance to complain his body fell because of the strength of Eveline kick what else high heel taper Eveline right about the mouth of Mr. Sam.

“Haduhhhhhh .. This true brash is female. “ muttered Mr. Sam while holding his bloody mouth. When Mr. Sam tried to wake up immediately, Eveline who had stood up immediately stepped on the chest of Mr. Sam firmly.

Mr. Sam did not want to lose his hand trying to reach the firearm in the pocket of the suit.

“Will I kill you tonight biadap women.” Mr. Sam's voice was in an irritated and emotional tone.

“Who exactly are you huh?” the voice of the next Mr. Sam who now has his hand has managed to hold the firearm in the pocket of the suit. Eveline did not answer she concentrated. Raised his legs slightly and then stepped on Mr. Sam's chest even harder.

“Aaaaajar!” mr. Sam's voice was distressed from enduring the pain. But Mr. Sam did not want to give up now his hand was holding a firearm that had been removed from his suit pocket.

“Hmmm strong also this old man.” Eveline murmured inwardly that he thought Mr. Sam was not struggling with his powerful leg kick in Mr. Sam's chest.