ALICE THE MAGIC ANGEL
Episode 27's
A black Maserati sports car is parked outside the old garage.
To get here as quickly as possible, Andrew Wijaya did not let his driver drive, but he drove the sports car himself.
He took Alice to the passenger seat and tied her seatbelt.
"Thank you." Alice leaned in spoiled, slipping past her lips.
He moved very lightly, itchy as a feather, and he still felt unsatisfied.
Andrew Wijaya's eyes darkened, there was a sudden surge of heat under his stomach.
He turned his big hand on the safety buckle, locked his waist, lowered his head and kissed his lips ferociously!
"Um .. you ..." Alice surprised.
Every time he teased her, but this time it was his first initiative.
The man's desire came crashing down, half-pressing his body, snatching away his sweet kiss ferociously.
His kiss was like that of his person, wild and ferocious hidden beneath the cold surface, once ignited, it was hard to fend off.
Alice's mind went blank when she kissed her, her slender hands clutched her collar firmly, and vaguely protested: "You pressed me, my legs hurt ..."
The room in the passenger seat of the sports car was limited, and he sulked, screaming in pain as he touched it.
Andrew Wijaya bit his lips lightly and said in a low voice, "fear sick, how did Eric treat you?"
Alice's eyes were misty and her lips were slightly red and swollen, looking puzzled.
After a while, he understood what he meant.
“What did you say?” out of curiosity Alice softly asked him, “Are you jealous of Eric?”
Andrew Wijaya's eyes were dark, as if a fire had started.
She did not reply, but slightly pursed her beautiful thin lips.
“Jealous truth?” Alice stroked the collar of her crumpled shirt with her fingertips, curled her lips and smiled, “If I said, if I had been married to Eric for a year, but nothing happened to us, do you believe it or not?”
Andrew Wijaya curled his thin lips in mockery, pulled himself up, closed the car door for him, and went to sit in the driver's seat.
That's right, who would believe that a couple who has been married for an entire year but never joined hands, let alone kiss and be in a relationship.
Eric is yes, he is an arrogant man, he looks down on his partner and feels that his partner is just a wedding tool used by his family.
Tell me what's more unpleasant to hear, it's a high-ranking prostitute.
He considered his partner very low, it was certainly impossible to touch him.
“Ya already if you don't believe.” Alice said then leaned her head on the leather-covered chair, looking at the handsome face of Andrew Wijaya from that direction, lazy to argue, “You will know later.”
The atmosphere in the car was very quiet.
The two did not speak all the way.
Andrew Wijaya escorted Alice back to the apartment, took her suit and put it on before getting out of the car.
“Andrew, good night.” Alice said goodbye to him at the apartment door.
Andrew Wijaya hummed softly, and was about to turn to walk when a man suddenly walked out of the apartment.
Andrew Wijaya slowly narrowed his eyes.
Alice was also surprised, and looked surprised: "How did you get in?"
Eric walked from the living room to the door, and naturally replied: "This is the apartment I gave you. Of course I have the spare key."
She had been waiting for several hours in the room, yet Alice was still back.
He called, but he didn't pick up the phone.
Eric for the first time waited for a woman and waited so long.
He was a little upset while waiting, but when he saw Andrew Wijaya driving Alice home, he was even more upset.
“Andrew, thank you for driving my wife home.” Eric stretched out his hand and placed it lightly on Alice's waist, declaring his possession in silence.
Alice let him go, and looked at Andrew Wijaya outside the door with a smile.