Diamond Girl
Chapters 13. The taste is beginning to grow

Alya took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He patted her on the cheek and then pinched her little thigh. It hurts, it means he is not dreaming. He then flicked his hands to his face. Repeatedly doing the same movement, trying to expel the nervousness that controlled his heart.

This was not the first time Alya had been inside Arga's room, accompanying the man to dinner, taking medicine afterwards, then sitting nearby until Arga had slept well and then returned to his own room.

But tonight was different, her status has changed. They are now husband and wife, and Alya no longer needs to go back to her room because Arga asked her to stay by her side.

The clock on the wall has pointed to the number 10, usually Arga is already asleep at a clock like this. Alya was actually already very sleepy, and wanted to return to her room immediately. But somehow tonight the man still looks fresh, and does not stop just chewing fresh pieces of fruit. Though usually, he will refuse if served past eight o'clock.

“Highness?”

“Ya?” Alya stopped the movement of her hands, turning her face to Arga who was sitting leaning on her bed.

“What are you overheating?” Ask Arga again.

Alya's face flushed red, he rubbed his sweaty nape. Nervousness makes it wrong behavior, and impact on his body temperature that suddenly heats up. “Ya, little.”

Arga grabbed a nearby AC remote and began to set the room temperature. Cool air filled the room. Arga patted the empty pillow on his right, asking Alya to come closer.

“Sleep, You seem to be sleepy.”

Alya shook her head with a smile, still not getting out of her seat on the sofa. “I must stay awake until the Master falls asleep first.”

“You still call me by name, Mr.” Sergey Arga is not happy. “I'm your husband, you should call me a more affectionate name.”

For a moment Alya was stunned to hear Arga's words, not knowing what to answer. The man was now looking at him. “It's been night, preferably Mr. sleep now.”

Alya walked over, pulled a large pillow behind Arga's back and helped her to break down her body. Alya pulled the blanket near Arga's feet, but the movement of her hand stopped as soon as Arga's hand held her arm. The gazes of the two met, and Alya could feel her pounding heart beat.

“I'm not sleepy yet,” said Arga refused to sleep.

Alya quickly turned her face away, turning to look at Arga's open left leg. “Let me massage Mr.'s feet,” said Alya while releasing Arga's handrails on his arm.

Arga according to, he shifted his body slightly to the middle. Alya picked up the lotion on the table and started rubbing on Arga's soles. Alya hopes that by massaging her legs, Arga will quickly fall asleep. Slowly but surely, Arga's eyes began to close. Alya smiled looking at him, he let go of his hand and stopped massaging.

“Where to?” arga asked, opening her eyes as soon as she saw Alya about to come out of her room.

“I have to go back to my own room,” Alya replied quickly, and that made Arga frown. He got up and sat up with an upset face.

“Why not sleep in this room alone, I will not do anything with you.” Cetus Arga.

Alya exhaled, her shoulders shed for a moment. He walked back to the sofa, hugged a pillow in the chest and laid his body there.

“Why sleep on the sofa?”

Silence then, no more Arga's voice was heard. Alya twisted her body and smiled seeing that the man was already asleep. Arga's face was facing her, Alya could freely stare at her.

Alya's eyeballs narrowed as she stared at Arga's handsome face line, wanting to touch the strands of hair dangling on that forehead. His gaze descended upon Arga's chest which descended up and down with the regular roar of his breath, then descended again to the open part of his leg.

Inevitably Alya got up and fixed the location of Arga's blanket, stood there for a moment to look at the handsome face up close and smiled without being able to hold it.

Her face warmed up as soon as she remembered Arga's brief kiss on her lips which was done by accident. Her heart rippled strangely, Alya patted her cheek again. It seems like she's getting interested in her husband, but isn't it natural as long as Alya doesn't let herself fall in love. Arga is too handsome, and Alya believes out there many beautiful women who race want to be his partner. But this man chose himself.

“Eaargh!”

Alya flinched and unceasingly straightened her body, her ears hearing a stifled groan from Arga's mouth. He moved closer and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Master,” call Alya softly, her outstretched hand rubbing Arga's dewy forehead. It seemed like Arga had a nightmare, his lips twitching silently. His hands clenched firmly and his breathing now began to sting.

Arga moves restlessly in his sleep, Alya tries to wake him up. “Tuan.”

Grep's!

Arga's moving hand unexpectedly caught Alya's hand that was wiping her forehead, and gripped her firmly. Alya grimaced and struggled a little, but Arga was getting stronger pressing against her hand.

“Do not move!” arga muttered softly, but it still sounded clearly in Alya's ears which instantly fell silent.

Alya frowned, staring right into Arga's eyes that were still tightly closed. The man began to relax his hand. But what happened next made Alya again jerked. His body fell right on Arga's side as the man's powerful hand suddenly just pulled him.

The frown on Alya's forehead deepened as soon as he heard Arga's breath nearby. Their bodies docked together, Arga's arms now hugged him tightly and the man now buried his face in the fragrance of his hair.

Alya lay down with a stiff body, holding her breath. Arga's body felt warm, and his breath hit the skin of his face. Alya thought the man had woken up and was now pretending to be asleep. But he had to remove the thought from his head because all night Arga just kept hugging him.

“Tuan.” Alya half whispered, but Arga was not awake. He's falling asleep. Slowly Alya pulled his body away from Arga's embrace, but his movement actually made Arga tighten his embrace even more.

“Don't go from me,” whispered softly in Alya's ear.

Alya froze in place, not knowing what to do. He bit his lips, trying to hold back his feelings. He looked up at that handsome face so close to him. Something grew in his heart and made him flinch again.

No, he must not let the taste flourish in his heart. He will be heartbroken later, because the man married her not on the basis of love. And Alya did it because of the contract of work that binds him which makes him have to continue to be on the side of Arga.

That realization made Alya re-release herself, and she managed to do so. Alya got up and turned off Arga's room lights, then walked towards her own room.

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