Breaking the Curse: Mr. Wolfy And The Reincarnated Witch (Sequel Of Surrogate Mother For Baby Wolfy)
Chapter 2 - Ivana

Ivyanne had finished putting two cute babies to sleep that since morning stuck to her. Fortunately, Ivyanne's job is to look after Micah and Mason, not any other household affairs.

Zach had already told her to focus on just the two babies. Even so, Ivyanne can't deny her curiosity why men like Zach don't have a companion or just get married so she can get a complete package. To take care of his son, and himself.

Ivyanne comes out of the twins room and heads to the kitchen to get a drink.

He had agreed with Zach that he would stay in the man's mansion during probation. And afterwards, if he survives, he is free to choose whether to continue living there or return to his narrow, stuffy flat.

Ivyanne had just gulped down a glass of water, a figure of a man was already standing before her as she turned around.

PYARR!

The glass in his hand slid and fragments scattered on the floor as his heart that seemed to have stopped beating just a moment ago.

Zach. It was the man standing across the bar table. Maybe with the same goal, take a drink or a meal.

“Mr Levy, you surprised me,” softly, relieved that it was not a villain or a demon before him.

In the room, there is a glass cabinet in which lined bottles of alcoholic beverages that Ivyanne dare to guarantee the price of one bottle will certainly be able to pay for her lecture for one year.

Surely Zach was going to the closet to get a drink. And he did not do because now he rushed towards Ivyanne who was crouching to pick up the broken glass.

“You are so sloppy. No need to be picked up like that, later your hand is hit by the shards.”

Just finished talking, it was precisely Zach's index finger that seemed to drip a thick red liquid.

“T-Master Levy, your index finger is bleeding!” exclaim Ivyanne, panic. Then he got up and took the washcloth he first saw and he used to wrap Zach's fingers.

“I'm sorry, because of my carelessness—“

“Already, this is nothing to me.” Zach removed the cloth from his hand. “However, it will be dangerous if you experience it. Leave it! I'll have the waiter take care of it.”

“T-but, Tuan—“

Zach did not answer Ivyanne's rebuttal. He simply turned to the girl before him and locked his gaze on the two dark-colored eye beads belonging to the girl.

Their gazes clashed. Ivyanne seemed to be subject to that gaze. He nodded, then got up and moved away from there.

To be honest not only Ivyanne, Zach also felt a strange vibration when his gaze collided with a pair of Ivyanne eyeballs. And again he taps that taste.

He always does every time he meets a woman. She won't give her heart a chance at romance since she lost Ivana.

Zach headed to the glass cabinet, picked up a bottle of drink, then doused his wound with alcohol in the sink. He then wrapped his index finger in a bandage, while Ivyanne only watched from afar.

Then just before long, a woman walked into the room where they were and cleaned up the mess created by Ivyanne.

When did the man call the waiter? He has been busy with his wounds ever since.

Feeling that his hair bristled, Ivyanne did not want to linger there. He chose to go into his room next to the room of his two foster babies.

He drowned himself in his private room.

This was the first time he had been in such a grand place. There is an uncomfortable feeling especially the strange and mystical atmosphere that is very felt. And another one, Zach's attitude towards her, made Ivyanne shudder.

Zach is cold and mysterious.

He recalled some of his favorite television shows about crime that depicted a serial killer exactly like the current Zach.

Ivyanne shuddered in horror.

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“Zach ..”

“Zach ..”

Zach looks restless in his sleep. He sees Ivana, in a faraway place unattainable by her.

“Zach, I'm here ...”

He opened his eyes, waking up to the relentless call whispering his ears. Forcing him to rise, as if demanding himself to pay the priceless longing debt for this one year.

Ivana's not long gone. But it feels like it just happened.

Though not long ago Zach felt happy enjoying the growing feelings of love, suddenly he had to lose.

“Ivana ... is that you?” shrewd Zach. Rise up from her bed, then start to step in search of the whereabouts of her beloved woman—as if Ivana never left, just being invited her to play hide and seek at this time.

“Ivana, don't go too far! I can't find you. Where are you?” said again.

“I am here, Zach ... soon you will arrive at my place. Don't get lost, okay?”

Zach kept walking and opened every door of the room in his mansion. Arriving at one door, he stopped. The smell of Ivana's body was clearly smelled by him. He closed his eyes and sniffed slowly.

Aye! Ivana must be inside.

Although only a spirit, Zach does not matter as long as he can meet the woman. Here, in the special room he used to provide for Ivana. When he opened the door, it was true. Ivana is there, lying sideways tempting Zach to come closer and fuck her.

The woman smiled.

“Did you miss me, baby?” tanyanya, sounding haggard.

Zach unconsciously nodded slowly. Watering eyes. Her tears began to spill drop after drop to see the appearance of Ivana who was so real and beautiful with a dress wrapped in her giving night.

Zach promised not to tear it again this time, as long as it could pepper and re-mouche the woman overnight. He swore he would not stop until he was satisfied and would not let Ivana go again.

He then transformed into the form of a lycan that once scared Ivana when she first saw him. However, this time Ivana did not move from her position. He is not afraid at all, but rather more seductive Zach who stares with passionate lightning in his eyes.

Ivana with her index finger she moved, calling Zach to get closer.

That man doesn't need to be called. Where there's Ivana, she'll definitely approach.

Zach finally hits Ivana. His desire is unstoppable now. He did not even care what kind of creature was in front of him at this moment. For him, whatever his form, if it was Ivana—his wife who was the special woman in his heart, then he would always come closer and be wherever Ivana was.

Even if it's in hell.

He lum*t lips of the wife greedily, separation has made Zach so longing that he can no longer hold it at this time.

Zach kept his promise. She let the evening dress stick to Ivana's body. Only she uncovers the underside of the dress perfectly attached to the wife's body, when she is ready to enter her beloved woman. This time, there would be no mercy for that woman. And for himself too.

He misses. It was a longing, until it felt like dying after Ivana when she knew that the lover had no hope of life anymore.

Villages*an and lengu*an who fight each other lovingly begin to fill the room. Things that had not been heard in Zach's ears for a long time now he can enjoy. The sweet voice stirred that passion, now he could hear and maybe he would continue to hear every night.

That's hope.