Asmara World
The World of Asmara 08

It was night, time had just passed by evening. In the main room of the residence Kwans, seen a husband and wife who were sitting in a sofa that was none other than Miguel and Nauora.

Miguel is currently busy working on his laptop keyboard. He even ignored the existence of Nauora who had been sitting by his side, persuading to treat the wound in his hand from being exposed to hot coffee.

“ Let me treat your hand, just once.” Nauora said sincerely. I don't know how many times he persuaded the husband but always ignored.

There was no long sound of rough breathing from the handsome man. He was tired of hearing his wife talk.

“ If you treat, can you leave here?” asked Miguel with a dislike look.

“ Humm, I will not bother you anymore.” replied Nauora.

Hearing the wife's reply, Miguel lazily reached out his hand to be treated.

“ Why did you do it?” ask Miguel suddenly. He observed Nauora smearing the back of her hand with ointment.

“ I just don't want Dad interfering in our affairs.” replied Nauora flatly.

Nauora's reply made Miguel silent, and no longer spoke. The mature man refocused on his laptop screen with one hand treated by his wife.

Geck, tok, tok.

The knocking of the door from out there stopped Nauora's activities. He lifted his gaze and made a sound, letting someone out there open the door of his room.

“ Mistress, dinner is ready.” said the butler politely.

“ Humm, go first. We will soon follow.” replied Nauora who now began dressing Miguel's wounds with bandages that were already available in the medicine box.

The butler soon passed, and before long Nauora also finished her activities. He began to clear the medicine box, while Miguel immediately moved on without a word, leaving him alone.

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The dining room of the Kwans residence is now seen Miguel and Davis who had been at the table. A few minutes later, Nauora appeared and immediately sat down next to her husband.

The atmosphere in the dining room was very quiet, only the clangs of spoons and forks fused to create a splash of sound. But just a few moments enjoying dinner, suddenly from the doorstep of the dining room looks a handsome man with a stocky body who without a cue joined to enjoy dinner at the residence of the Kwans.

Nauora's face changed as well, as did Davis and Miguel.

“ What's wrong with you guys, seems not to like my presence.” chirped the man, took a sitting position beside Davis.

“ Alright, enjoy your dinner.” exclaimed Michel again, being very relaxed even though everyone ignored him.

Everyone was silent, nobody wanted to talk to Michel. As for Michel, the man observed the three people by his side who were calmly enjoying the evening meal as if he thought it was not in the dining room. Before long Michel's smile was visible as his gaze came to a halt at one point. He looked at Miguel very haughtily.

“ Ah, yesterday I had a chance to see the news in the media. Wah.. news has just released a few minutes, but all immediately splashy.” said Michel amid calmness. He grinned, deliberately fishing for Nauora.

“ Shut up, and just enjoy your meal.” said Nauora very coldly.

“ Alright.” Michel smiled faintly.

“ I still do not think, why do you still survive with a bastard like him.” added Michel in a very small voice, he then again enjoyed his dinner.

Although speaking with a small volume of voice, but the speech of Michel can still be heard clearly by Nauora to immediately make the emotions of the beautiful woman sticking out.

Brakkk's.

When Michel finished his speech, the crackling of the table was so rough, it sounded so clear that it stopped the ongoing dinner. Nauora seemed to be holding back the anger, she sent a sharp look at her half-sister.

“ If you come with your bad intentions, then leave before I drag you.” Nauora stressed each word.

Michel smiled bitterly, taking off his fork and spoon violently. “You must not forget, this house is not yours so you have no right to expel me.”

“ This house is not mine, but you should also know that all this belongs to my father.” reply Nauora is no less fierce than Michel.

Davis and Miguel, who had been watching in silence, sighed and soon died.

“ Listen to me.. If only your family hadn't destroyed my family, then your father is still an ordinary official. So you should not forget your origin is just from an ordinary family.” Michel said, rising from his seat.

“ Ah, one more. You'd better take care of your husband, it seems he's happier with a wild woman out there than you are.” he added before leaving the dining room.

Nauora growled, enduring her frustration. He did not know what to say until only able to look at Michel who slowly disappeared along the footsteps.

Such was Nauora's and Davis' relationship with Michel, his half-brother. The two have never gotten along since Mrs Milen, who incidentally is the wife of Mr. Dave, married several years ago.

Michel Doque is the only child of Mrs Milen. Mrs Milen herself was the son of a top conglomerate who decided to marry Mr. Dave who was then just a regular employee at a company. And yes, after Mrs Milen and Mrs Dave were married, all the property of Mrs Milen she left to her husband. Not until then, the love of Mrs Milen is very big for her husband, making her painstakingly make her husband as a president because it is indeed the dream of Mr. Dave is to become the number one person in the country.

But just a few months Mr. Dave served as president, Mrs Milen breathed her last in her apartment. Dead in an unnatural state, Mr. Dave decided to keep anything secret concerning Mr. Milen's death. Until now all the media, and everyone is no longer discussing it.