Chasing Love Husband Cold
One Day With You

The morning sun was still peering coyly, covered in thick blackish clouds that dotted the sky of the Capital. The fresh scent of soap and shampoo, elicited a sense of smell when a pair of human beings just came out of the open bathroom door.

Dilara and Alan, the new-flavored old bride just had a bath together. Shower together for the first time after a few months of marriage. Alan's face looks fresh, but not as fresh as Dilara even though he was both bathing.

Tired also left sleepy. The 18-year-old dropped her body on the bed, though she had not changed and was covered in towel pajamas.

Alan who saw, rebuked.

"Lara, your hair's still wet." The man's head bobble. Pulling a chair in front of a glass window then pulling the wife's body to sit there. "Let me dry your hair."

Dilara wanted to respond but was helpless. He didn't refuse. Although surprised when Alan took a comb with hair drayer to dry his hair.

The white woman nodded. Feeling the touch of the husband's hand on the head and every strand of his hair also stared deeply at the near-perfect face that was plastered in front.

In silence, Alan's hands kept moving, still in his towel pajamas, Alan sat in front of Dilara and worked to dry his wife's hair.

Silence, neither of them spoke. Alan certainly did not regret his spontaneous attitude while Dilara, the woman also seemed to enjoy.

"How about we have breakfast in the room?" Alan's question made Dilara who had originally lowered her head, raise her head.

"Huh?."

"Yes, we have breakfast in the room. Aren't you hungry too?. Last night we didn't even get to eat." Alan looked at Dilara while smiling faintly, while the one being stared at hurriedly lowered his gaze.

What happened last night was initially just a passionate lust, but after that Alan and Lara seemed to enjoy so much. They even missed dinner, and didn't leave the room until this morning. Then breakfast, will they still do it in the room?.

Dilara's cheeks met red as she remembered it. Alan has changed a lot. Looks warm and not as bad at the beginning of the wedding.

"Attent." Alan kept the comb and hair dryer away from the wife's head. And the long hair is now dry. The strapping man was holding the house phone probably to contact the servants.

"Our breakfast queue is in the room." After saying that, Alan closed the call. He returned to his seat again. Sitting in front of Dilara who was enjoying the morning atmosphere from the glass window.

"You don't want to change clothes?."

Dilara who was asked suddenly wavered. Yeah, that's right. He still hasn't changed clothes.

"L-yes, I-I'm going to change clothes." Dilara quickly moved away from Alan's view, towards the dressing room. While Alan, the man riveted a faint smile. Rise up and follow the wife's steps into the dressing room.

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"Why wear that shirt?."

Dilara gasped when suddenly Alan was standing behind him, especially the man to comment on the clothes he was going to wear.

"H-honey, w-why did you come in here?." Dilara's voice screamed a little from surprise. He closed the pajamas that were already open.

”Hah, why?. This is also my room so there's no ban."

Dilara confirmed, the woman was only surprised but also stopped when she wanted to wear clothes that had been chosen.

Alan grunts, shifting Dilara's body to take out another garment belonging to the hanging wife. Dilara's pair of eyes fizzled, as Alan gave her a sexy dress stel.

"Honey, why is this shirt?." Dilara risih itself.

Dilara gulps. Right, but now why would he be ashamed to wear it?.

"Why in doubt, wear it. The air outside is also hot, and you're a good fit if you wear clothes like this." Alan suddenly approached and whispered, "Sexy." Alan still had time to kiss Lara's cheek before moving. Leaving the wife still glued in place.

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"Honey, you don't work." While still enjoying breakfast, Dilara asked.

"No, today there is no scheduled surgery," Alan replied as he chewed on a piece of sandwiches. They had breakfast in the room. Sitting near a glass window that shows the surrounding panorama.

Dilara just hannguki, although in fact it was just Alan's reason. There is no scheduled surgery but Alan has delegated his duties to other doctors including Leo. Today Alan deliberately wanted to spend his time with Dilara. Eat, sit, tell a story, or even sleep together. That's his wish now.

"Lara," call Alan.

"Yes, Honey," replied Dilara who successfully made the man's lips smile thinly.

Honey.

That call used to be very hateful Alan, but the more here why did he like it more?.

Alan finished breakfast. Now the young man looked at the wife who was enjoying breakfast.

"Until now I still don't know about you. Origin, and who your parents are.” Alan's words suddenly made Dilara who was eating stop chewing. Didn't know if this second something that he deliberately wanted to cover was questionable.

"The color you never talk about your family, so at that time I decided to look for the information from others until I finally met your sisters.” Dilara lost her appetite. Alan's questions about his family lead Lara to anxiety.

”A-my father is gone, and so is my mother. I only live with my sisters.”

Alan looked to nod his head.

”I see your sister live comfortably. In a large house with quite complete facilities.” The man said with his back resting on the head of the chair and his hands alms. His gaze did not turn to Dilara.

This is what Dilara was afraid of. The woman chose the fingers that were on top of her lap. If asked like this, he was just afraid of answering wrongly and ended up with a misunderstanding.

”You apparently have a lot of money to be able to support your sisters also give him a decent place to live.”

Dilara has to answer what?. Where might he answer if the house his sister lives in and the facilities are the grant of Hary as compensation because Alan wants to marry. No way, Dilara doesn't want to open it now. Unless Hary himself tells the grandson.

”Honey, are you tired?." Dilara tried to divert the conversation.

”Hah, Tired?.”

”Iya.” Dilara moves fast, suddenly already in the lap of Alan ”If you are tired, I can massage you.” Dilara's hand touched Alan's arm. Giving a light massage up to the neck. Alan might refuse.

”Your neck is even strained, Honey.” Lara's seduction begins to lull Alan. His two hands began to massage his shoulders up to his neck. Alan's pair of eyes even closed because it was comfortable.

”Don't be here, let's do it there.” Alan was riding Lara like a koala. Bring him a basket for the next massage scene.

TBC.