Cruel Mafia Vs Cool Mafia
Chapter 56 | Want to Talk

One week later...

At the instructions of Doctor Erica, Kyra's condition has now stabilized. The woman could already think clearly and not attack Cavan blindly. Eiden and Darren really paid full attention to Kyra. Only, Kyra became more reserved than usual.

Eiden and the family who understood Kyra's feelings chose not to comment. After all, the mother of two children could not deny the fact that success surprised him. They all paid attention to Kyra's comfort in full.

Cavan did not force to meet and talk to his daughter-in-law immediately.

“Honey,” call Eiden who just came out of the dressing room. The man was ready in a white shirt and black pants. After almost a week of leave—more precisely skip— this morning Eiden must return to his routine. He couldn't let his work pile up on the table. If so, Eiden could be overtime all day. “Please use dasiku dong.”

Without many words, Kyra carried out that simple request. The distance between the two makes Eiden powerless to resist the urge to hug his wife. Kyra who is used to not resist, instead tends to be comfortable.

Her husband likes to act suddenly. Sometimes hugging, kissing, or other strange behavior.

Eiden drowned his face in the recess of his wife's neck. He inhales Kyra's body scent deeply, preparing a lot of stock so that he does not miss too much in the company later. Unfortunately, the longer she was in that position, Kyra realized something had happened to her husband. There's a hot object that interferes with the concentration below.

“Eiden!” his Kyra is upset. How not? Eiden just hugged her, but the man was aroused. As if you can see his fate soon—which will definitely have trouble walking—Kyra trying to break away.

Unfortunately, Eiden did not want to take off his embrace, even tightening up until the front body of the two stuck perfectly. On purpose, Eiden swiped the center of his body that ‘built’ in the right place. “Sayangg..” The low-pitched voice succeeded in making Kyra's entire body creep. “I want.”

Kyra snorts. “You want to go to the office! Don't be weird!” seriously sweat. He presses Eiden's chest, causing some distance.

Eiden smiled faintly. Slowly, his chatty wife returned, he gave her a little bait. Ignoring Kyra's warning, Eiden kisses her neck wet. Inevitably Kyra was made resigned when the man scooped up one of his important assets using fingers. I don't know when Eiden's hand went into Kyra's suit.

Feeling quite stimulating, Eiden pushes Kyra's body into their bed. He took off his tie and shirt, then threw the origin to the floor. “Two or three rounds is enough, really, honey,” he said as he crawled over Kyra's body.

Kyra did not protest. His body was touched first, his lips completely silenced. There was no gap for Kyra to refuse.

Feeling how savage the husband was when the unification was done, Kyra understood that today she would not go out of the room. His body was definitely crumbled dimly due to the heat of the two games. Kyra does not blame Eiden entirely because she likes Eiden's movements that seem brutal, but full of caution.

“E–Eidenhh... Ah!”

And, at this moment, Kyra hopes that Darren doesn't come to disturb her all of a sudden.

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After Eiden left, Kyra sat pensively by the large window of her room. Her husband left for the office when the clock showed at eleven o'clock in the afternoon. It's obviously too late. Who would blame Eiden? He is, right, the leader.

Kyra's mind is now much more cooperative. He began to connect all the sequences of events to reach a conclusion. Unfortunately, the fact that Cavan had a hand in Axelo's death had a bit to do with Kyra's mindset. Messing up all the sentences he planted to stay positive thinking.

He can't keep doing this. Kyra should talk to Cavan— today too! Kyra had to hear the completeness of the story that day Cavan's version. That way, Kyra can make the best decision so that no regrets are created in the future.

With an expressionless face, Kyra exited the room after nearly a week of languishing. The servants who passed by instantly lowered their heads. The aura emanating from their young mistress was not his intimidation. They also feel a little foreign to Kyra's current attitude. However, the entire mansion's residents were trying to understand. Kyra is not wrong at all, the woman just needs some time until things get back to how they were.

“Master Cavan,” call Kyra flat on her father-in-law who is relaxing in the back garden. Beside him was a small table of snacks and warm tea. Kyra approached without changing her expression. “There's something I want to ask you.”

Cavan was surprised to see his son-in-law suddenly standing nearby. The middle-aged man knew that times like these would come. Merely, Cavan had not expected it to be this fast. But, on the other hand, Cavan could breathe a sigh of relief as Kyra seemed calm, not emotional like before.

The shadow of the woman holding a gun to her forehead is still clearly imprinted in Cavan's memory. Even so, Cavan did not blame Kyra. The woman has the right to be angry.

“Sit down, Son,” pinta Cavan gently, as always.

Kyra does not argue. He sat in the chair next to Cavan. The two were separated by a table in the middle.

“What do you want to ask?” ask Cavan straight to the core. Conversations with Kyra would be very unfavorable given Kyra's current condition. After all, he was clearly able to discern that the atmosphere around them was very serious, there should be no joking for now.

“I want to know, how was your meeting with my papa and what happened on the day of my papa's death. I hope you say honestly, Mr. Cavan.”

Honestly speaking, Kyra's style of speech somewhat affected Cavan. The man realized that his son-in-law was building a fortress to keep the boundaries. He obviously couldn't let things go like this. The harmonious relationship between the two must continue!

Cavan breathed a heavy breath. A bitter smile was fixed on his lips. “ Alright. Will Papa tell you the story, son. And, after that, Papa hope you will forgive Papa.”

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Meanwhile, a woman appears to pull her luggage in an elegant style. In fact, the position of the woman was at the airport, not a red carpeted place that requires them to walk like a model. Only, it was indeed the appearance of the woman that was the most striking among the sea of humans there.

The woman frowned when she saw something. “Jakarta has changed a lot apparently,” murmured.

Arriving outside the airport, he could not help but smile fluffy. “I'm coming, Honey. Mommy-mu come.”

^^^To be continuous...^^^