Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 13: I'm Special

Clay answered quickly, "Yes, even ten—" He raised his head in surprise at the direction of his friend's conversation. "About Robbin's brother?"

"Yes. Prepare your clothes mentally!" Hanes rubbed his chin for a while before telling a story. "I saw him last night out of a gambling place with a woman—dia—Martha, his future wife first." Hanes' voice sounded dramatic.

The information from Hanes answered all the question marks in his mind last night. The feminine scent she remembers so much. The chest that was originally warmed by a brief hug with the husband became hot, burning flames of suspicion-filled prejudice. It was good last night to come home so late, but deep down, she believed in her husband.

How hard it is to melt Robbin's rock-hard heart. Remembering Clay flew after Robbin when he was on duty in Thailand, the man was so unapproachable. Even under the influence of liquor.

It was as if a dream for Clay to spend the night with Robbin in one bedroom. If only he hadn't been so drunk he would have remembered what happened. However, it was a pity that he only found the paper inscribed with a heartless message.

Think Clay isn't demanding accountability? Wrong big! He's been chasing Robbin everywhere. Even though the guy didn't touch her at all.

Armed with a photo of the abal-abal, Clay complained of the incident to Albert—sang's father. He soon intervenes, demanding accountability for the brazen actions of his former rental bodyguard to Rocky who is Robbin's boss and best friend.

At first, Rocky did not want to help because he had planned to match their children. With his scheming, he transferred Robbin elsewhere.

However, as an influential person—Albert is no less resourceful. He uses the Robbin family as a guarantee to get out of hiding.

However, Robbin insists that it never undermines Clay's honor. He was given it voluntarily and did not want to. He knows enough boundaries, never taking advantage of Clay's defensive fragility because it's so great at loving him.

"Clay! Clay's!" Hanes shook his shoulders which was much shorter than him.

Clay tiptoed faintly from the memories first, then looked fixedly at the handsome and gentle face in front of him. "Hmm?"

"I thought you were possessed and started convulsing," Hanes said.

"Damn it! But, right, Han. As far as I'm concerned, Robbin's anti-women are at all, let alone people who have abandoned him. He must be hurt and hate her."

"Take this in your head, Clay! Hate and love are different, honey. I knew Robbin before you. And, I also know Martha—a sexy woman who can make men crazy. I'll bet Robbin's still in love with Martha, otherwise why won't he get married."

"You know, no one has rejected my charm!" clay said with a cocky tone. He flicked his thick wavy hair back.

"It's true, if only those men were brave enough to approach you." Hanes knew very well that Albert guarded his daughter strictly. For that hire one of Rocky—'s menhis father—became a private bodyguard secretly.

From childhood, Clay was always surrounded by tall, sturdy men, and sangar so that no one dared to approach him except Hanes. It was because both parents were old friends. However, as he gets older, Clay manages to get his freedom.

"I'm special! Ha-ha-ha, not just anyone who can get my heart and Robbin— Brotherall my senses are paralyzed beside him— in the sense of love to death."

"How lucky is the bodyguard, but if he can't please you turn to me" Hanes said.

"start again. Have you lost your mind, hem? We're brothers, Han. I need to write in your book to remember!"

"Here, nih." Hanes shows a tattoo that reads Clay, more detailing the woman's full name on the outer right side arm.

"That must hurt, Han. When did you make it?"

"A long time ago, after I realized how I felt about you." Hanes' grayish eyes flashed. "I thought you were comfortable with me too."

Without notice, the two had already arrived at the parking lot where Hanes sports car was located. "We go for a walk, okay!"

"Forget it, I don't want to. Robbin's brother asked me to throw everything away from you" Clay refused.

"Fucking bodyguard!"

"Hanes! He's my husband!" whine Clay, "That's natural, Brother Robbin put jealousy on you. Even when—" The tips of his lentic fingers closed his lips. He doesn't want to bring up the leverage and wants to forget Hanes' humiliating attitude yesterday afternoon, which was at the root of Robbin's anger that he spent his time getting drunk and playing with ....

What did Hanes say was right? Martha, Robbin's future wife before herself—what is the purpose of the woman returning to her husband's life? Clay wondered in his heart. The lentic hairy petals blink quickly to remove the tears that almost spilled.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, drive it right" Clay said, throwing a glance at the window. His mind is not necessarily. Believing or denying Hanes' words.

"May I guess?" hanes asked without waiting for Clay's answer, "You're worried about Robbin, aren't you?"

"Culas, that's very funny" Clay said then sat sideways, looking at Hanes' face. "You're just warming up to me, right? Not good, Han! Like I don't know your habits. Whenever a man comes near me, you make up stories. Fuck up!"

"Currently, just remember. That was, right, back in the days of High School. I was told at that time by your daddy" elak Hanes said with a smile.

"Just like, you guys are shit!"

Hanes turned his head and turned his head grimly at a glance then looked straight ahead. Let the silence rule and he just needs extra patience. Starting from the beginning again is a solution, sooner or later the strategy will work.

"Han—" called Clay a bit hesitant, he wanted to know what Martha's figure was like to the point that Robbin was traumatized by the marriage bond, but urung. "Can we stop by there for a minute." Point it at the magnificent building across the street.

"Of course." Hanes turned his car around the corner, then pulled over slowly.

They got out of the car and walked down the parking lot to the entrance, then looked for a place among the long chairs lined up neatly.

Clay closed his eyes slowly, his plumed eyelids twitching lightly. He linked the two palms that were clasping each other in front of the chest. His lips were closed, but his heart spoke to his Lord.

Lord, take care of Brother Robbin for me, don't let the woman from his past interfere with our marriage. Strengthen me, Lord, in living the twists and turns of this life. Amens.

Clay's eyelids open slowly and exhale slowly. It was as if it had brought out all the turmoil in the heart.

"Dam!" Clay wasn't too surprised to see the man beside him. Hanes seemed relaxed while playing mobile phones, he could guess, that his best friend was not praying.

"Have you?" Hanes asks if Clay has finished praying.

"No, not yet" Clay replied with a glare, but the person he saw raised his eyebrows. "You haven't, Han!"

"So, I've been," Hanes said as he stuffed the phone into his pants pocket.

"Yes! Yeah, yeah, I believe your lies because I didn't see them."