ALITA'S SECRET
Chapter 23

At 6am.

Arkan woke up and opened his eyes. He opened his eyes and woke up.

Just remember last night he hugged the cold Alita.

Alita fell asleep next to him.

He checked his temperature and was relieved.

"Thank God it's back to normal." Alita's body has warmed up.

Even his face was not as pale as last night.

He took off the blanket and put his clothes on.

Alita's still asleep.

"I'll go to the room first, Al. I'll pick you up again for breakfast." Arkan stroked Alita's hair, and left the room back to his room.

Out of the bathroom, Arkan wipes his hair with a towel while opening the closet taking clothes.

Looking at the bed he was a little surprised.

"Why tangle? I didn't sleep here last night. But I'm guessing someone nampain so tangled gini blanket with the sheets."

His eyes narrowed at the object on the table.

Card key.

"Shock have a key? Like a spare key. Why would it be here? Keep this up,..." He was surprised to see a hair on the pillow.

"Whose hair? How come it's here?"

Long brown hair makes Arkan confused.

Confused, the bell rang.

He rushed to open the door. "Alita Lho?"

Spontaneous Alita lowered her head to see Arkan wearing only a towel around her waist.

"Are you awake? Mending you rest."

"I'm better, sir. I just had a warm shower. My body is more comfortable. Thank you for the help last night, sir." Alita smiled making Arkan wrong.

"Yes, you're in."

Alita enters the room, while Arkan picks up her clothes and enters the bathroom.

While dressed, Arkan grinned at the beautiful Alita this morning. Although her face was still a bit pale, it was inevitable that Alita's smile made her flutter.

Remembering last night they slept hugging Arkan's mind was disturbed.

"It was just first aid. Why am I thinking so much?" She shook her head and straightened her hair.

As soon as he came out, he saw Alita was painstakingly cleaning Arkan's suitcase.

Alita is beautiful, her mind is amazed.

The long-sleeved old ash dress worn so snugly on her body gave off a sweet simple impression.

Her face was polished thin make up. Her hair was curled with hair chopsticks.

"Sir, sir's dirty shirt is just this? Is there still in the bathroom?" Alita asked and surprised Arkan even looked at her.

Kontan Alita lowered her head, embarrassed. Recalling last night he was sick to ask Arkan to accompany him, until his master hugged him without wearing a shirt.

"Master, sorry.." Alita approached and tidied up Arkan's collar.

The small attention makes Arkan even more misbehaving.

"That's a dirty shirt in the bathroom."

"Good sir." Alita rushes into the bathroom while Arkan mourns that she could misbehave in front of Alita.

Arkan sat on the sofa while turning on his HP. Lots of messages coming in.

From Clara.

Clara had a storm last night because I did not come to her room, her mind.

Bodo very much, later let me make an excuse. Than he's macem-macem with Mr. Jason.

Alita pacing around tidying things up.

Arkan stood up and hugged her from behind making her startled.

"Eh Sir?"

"Just a minute. I'm just spilling with you."

Alita kontan wonder. "My same? What is my fault? I'm sorry then."

Arkan tightened his embrace and stuck his head.

"I was raining yesterday until you got sick. You don't know how worried you were about your condition last night. Don't repeat it again. I don't want to repeat yesterday."

"Bright sir." Alita became nervous and wriggled with her teeth because Arkan's lips touched her ears.

Seeing Alita shyly made Arkan smile with anxiety. "Yuk we have breakfast. After that we check out, noon we're on the way to the airport."

Alita nodded obediently. "Good sir."

They both went down to the restaurant for breakfast.

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