Beautiful Lecturer Belongs to the President
Chapter 65

Kenneth pov

My eyes wide. Suddenly I realized something important was missing. Fortunately, this intelligent IQ instantly gave me the last few pieces of memory. Until at the end, I immediately moved with a slightly absent mind.

Observing the quiet surroundings, making the heartbeat beat faster.

Did he leave?

He just left me?

I'm trying to find her, in the bathroom. But in fact, the room was empty. This apartment is not as big as the Lee mansion. Sitting at the end of the bed can see almost all corners.

He's really gone?

Aaassshhh .. shit!

I ruffled my hair desperately. How not to despair, again good even sleep.

My leg joints became limp, desperately flabbergasted and sat leaning against the wall. A still straight look, staring at the door leaf with great hope.

Until finally ....

I never thought I heard a key open. The door handle slowly moved and the door opened slightly.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?”

A woman just walked in. He stood shaking off the snow stuck to his coat. Stand up so pretty. It made me stand up and run around. Hugging his body with a Coat that was half wet.

“Ngapain sih ka ...?!”

“Shut up a minute!” As long as it rules.

Yes, this is an order, not a request. Like a child who has just been in his mother's house. Then, whine and ask for a hug after meeting.

Me, like a kid?

Let it! Anyway, I'm very happy.

“Le-remove!” I felt a slight push after a while of hugging her.

“Where are you from?”

I could hear his chatter even though he was busy walking around. Put the coat on the hanger and arrange some ingredients into the kitchen.

“Oh, I see fifty bucks on the nightstand. I took it for some shopping. Why do I owe you.”

Hu-hutang said? Is he kidding me?

I saw him tie his hair and roll up his sleeves. Neckline, some still visible red rash that can not be covered. I don't know why something like this can actually touch the ga-irah. Obviously, I used to leave some marks on other women too. But when I saw the sign, I was disgusted. Like regretting what I did.

But this woman gave me a different impression. He never bored me, or felt uncomfortable after touching him. Always have a sweet impression left behind, so sweet that it makes you drunk.

“Why discuss debt with your own boyfriend? That's unethical, you know what?”

I stretched my hand between her hips and placed her second on her stomach. “Kenn, I'm holding the knife again!” His voice raised his right hand, showing a sharp knife with a tip so taper.

“Can't call a romantic a little, so?”

“So, what do you want to call? Darling, Love, My Beloved, or the deceased?”

The late? He thinks I'm dead?

“Cuek like this, am I not satisfied with you?”

BRACKET!

My eyes focused on seeing the knife that had landed, splitting the onion in half. I don't know when the knife was laid. The movement is quite fast and accurate. My eyes haven't even noticed it.

“How did you get me?”

He looked over, with a knife deliberately displayed. Smiling with such a sly and sharp look.

I remember something so important. My King Oyester mushroom is so mighty. Imagine something I shouldn't have imagined.

Making that part suddenly cringe ....

Hemmm boneless mushroom 😂

What power, othor only ever felt the fungus because it has been waiting for a long time. After years of marriage, finally. Yes, like it tastes mushroom 😂😂

Dah, do not forget sajen and mandatory rituals.