Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 10: Stop Wooing

Clay awoke the next morning, as the sound of rain hit the balcony window and a heavy hand was on his stomach. He did not want to wake up on this cold morning and chose to roll more closely to Robbin.

Clay's eyelids twitched, he once thought he'd regret the decision about marrying someone ice-cold, hard and cold like Robbin. Now all crashed with a warm breath that hit the top of the head. The masculine scent hugged tightly, he inhaled strongly before looking at the man's handsome face fixedly.

His lentic fingers stroked Robbin's cheeks, Clay flirted without speaking and then gave a friendly kiss on the eyelids that were still tightly closed and then moved.

Secretly, Clay got up and tiptoed out of the room. He remembered the roasted chicken from yesterday's short work. How difficult it is to warm something, compared to the rush when cooking it. He observed the back of the hand leaving burns as he walked towards the kitchen.

On a typical day, Robbin wakes up early. Now, Clay is starting to change those habits. She had to open her eyes in the morning before her husband.

Clay never made Robbin a cup of coffee. He did not really understand how, capitalized on the determination to take the pot from the closet and then pour water half of it. Then, put it on an electric stove.

"What are you doing?" ask Robbin while leaning against the edge of the table. He smiled faintly as Clay turned towards him. "When have you been friends with the kitchen?" he furrowed his eyebrows when he found a wound on the back of his wife's hand.

Robbin rushed up to the small box next to the refrigerator. Then returning and grabbing Clay's hand, the warmth of Robbin's grip brings comfort.

"It must have been painful" Robbin said. Gently bring the back of Clay's hand to the lips before applying anti-burn medication.

Although it's a little late, Clay is happy for Robbin's attention. He wanted that man's touch every time. The blissful joy made Clay shed tears.

Not again, Clay. I hate those tears, inner Robbin holding his wife's face with both palms. He wiped the tears on his cheek with a gentle kiss.

"Don't force what you're not used to" Robbin said.

Clay smiled. "I suck at the kitchen, but for a cup of coffee I think it's easy."

"I don't want to see you hurt" whispered Robbin.

Clay stiffened as he looked up slowly to find the seriousness of the man's words. He tried to dive into the dark and deep eyes of Robbin.

Clay's gaze prompted Robbin to say, I was sick when I saw you cry, but he said, "Your safety means security for my family. Never forget that Mr. Albert has held them captive!"

"Just because of that?"

"Well, what do you think?" Robbin asked back while inserting both palms on the right-left pocket of the pants.

Pointing at Clay's cheek asked, "This, this, what do you mean?"

"You were too exaggerated in deciphering my attitude earlier." Highlight Robbin's eyes scanned Clay from head to toe. He wanted to have more than a kiss on the cheek.

Good progress, just a little more. Sooner or later, Brother Robbin must have admitted it, Clay smiled in satisfaction. Then he said, "Good, very good, Brother Robbin remembered it."

Clay accidentally bumped his shoulder into Robbin's left arm as it passed until the man staggered slightly. "Sorry, intentionally!" his god blinked his eyes and threw his wave hair over his shoulder.

"Stop seducing," Robbin sighed as he rubbed Clay's chin at a glance.

"I suspect that as a man, Rob-bin's brother has lost his taste for women."

"Fearful?"

"Let's finish this after I get home from work." Robbin leaves from there to get ready to finish the day's business immediately so as to show Clay his skills.

"Why later?"

Robbin ignored the wife's question. He needs to buy a gift in exchange for a wedding ring. It must be something special, like a jewel-studded jewel.

With a pounding heart and a flowery heart, Robbin drove a lightning-fast car towards the shopping mall. He immediately descended and entered the skyscraper, taking long steps to get to the destination.

"Hello, do you want to buy gifts for loved ones?" greet the shopkeeper.

"Yes, is there a set of jewelry in this store with gemstones? I want a blue one with a lot of little gems around it" Robbin explained as he looked through some of the jewelry on display.

"Please come with me, sir," the waiter asked one of the storefronts, "This sapphire I think suits your request."

Admiration emanated from the eyes of Robbin when he saw a set of jewelry consisting of necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. The precious metal is not yellow, but white.

"Wrap using a beautiful jewelry place. Where can I make the payment?"

"Come, sir." The waiter drove Robbin to the other side, "Cash or debit?"

"Debit" Robbin said quickly and then took out a black card.

After completing the payment, Robbin quit the jewelry store to buy the staple. He wanted to make the most delicious cuisine Clay would have loved. Lately, Robbin is too selfish to cook food that he likes. The impact on the loss of weight of the wife. Last night's hug alerted Robbin that Clay wasn't eating right.

After shopping, Robbin met two friends for a while to put in the day's chores so he could spend some quiet time with Clay.

Not according to Robbin's calculations, the conversation with his friends took two hours. "Sorry, I have to go now. Send proof of that immediately by email."

"Tumben hurry? And, your grim face is kind of bright," ledek Berry.

Robbin didn't budge, he quickly left, leaving a big question mark for his two friends.

In joy Robbin walked down the road to his residence. Whistling out from pursed lips and letting out the wind. "Is Clay gonna like it?" monologue while smiling and biting the tip of the lips. He was impatient for the purpose.

However, as the view turned toward the terrace, Robbin saw Clay adjacent to Hanes without distance. Instead of hugging, the two clearly seemed to be exchanging breaths through the lips.

Robbin's eyes reddened, the blood in his body boiling from the pain of seeing their closeness. He was cheated. How can't Clay's woman live with just one man? Certainly not enough to satisfy his young soul.

Clay is the same as his future wife used to—Martha went with a younger man from Robbin—just on the wedding day Martha left Robbin alone on the pulpit. So, confidence in marriage is reduced. He no longer wanted to deal with the wrong woman.

Stupidly Robbin believed in the love Clay had given him. He squeezed the steering wheel in front of him until blood was nowhere to be seen in the whitened knuckles. The elbows of his jaw stiffened and sounded molar.

"Lepros! It's disgusting!" robbin then turned the car around.