Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 15: Han, Thank You

Dawn dawned cheerfully this morning, Clay got up early to start a long day without Robbin. He pulled out the curtains that closed the window of the room to get more light.

"Why not tell me?" clay monologue while biting lightly on the lips and bring the phone in the grip to the chest. His heart and mind became ungodly.

Clay straightened his back, trying to regain the confidence that Robbin was unlikely to betray. The man was stone-hearted, allergic to female touch, this was what he was trying to instill in his mind.

"Ah, yes, it must have been busy yesterday." Clay wasn't sure her husband was careless in putting things down, so the one picked up someone else's phone. As a secret agent, Robbin is certainly very concerned with personal items, but the reality is different. "I can confirm it again later." Then, put the phone on the nightstand.

The stomach sounds reminded Clay of worms asking for food. His stomach ached, acid from the stomach pushing up into the throat. He just remembered, since Robbin's departure has not eaten anything.

Clay lifts both ends of the palm touching the temple and tries to master the crashing pain. He took a small step down the stairs and headed to the kitchen and took the chicken and heated it into the machine. He set the time on the machine, about five minutes tinkling the heating time mark was complete. He took the food out, and then he put it on the table.

"Hemm, the aroma, anyway, is delicious," Clay praised to himself. He immediately took out a fork and pricked it, but it did not penetrate the chicken skin. Then, try cutting it with a knife and be hard to ask for forgiveness. He also gave up.

"This chicken what's rubber?" clay grumbled as he stood on his hands and muttered, "It's good that Robbin hasn't tried, heemss." By exhaling.

"If there was a brother Robbin, I wouldn't be as hungry as I am now. He's a cook. Well, even if cooked is only his favorite food. At least it can still be enjoyed," Clay murmured while throwing food in the trash, "What's Robbin's sister, huh?"

Clay was looking for busyness so as to forget the burden on the head, for that he tried to make food. He sure can't make something good, but it's worth a try. When the made failed miserably, he muzzled in frustration and heard the bell ringing loudly. He opened the door and found Hanes standing there, "Hanes I'm hungry" he said.

"I know" Hanes said as he slipped in with two medium-sized bags of food in each hand.

Clay is helped by Hanes' presence. The two ate a meal while chatting a lot of things. At the time of the discussion lead to Robbin, as the wife has the obligation to divert. Not wanting his best friend's information to ruin his mind.

"Han, I want to follow Robbin" said Clay, grimly. "Have you heard from Rocky's father, where's my husband on duty?"

"Not anymore, Clay," Hanes said sternly, he hated knowing Clay couldn't live without Robbin. He was fed up if his best friend always followed wherever the bodyguard went. "Think of adulthood, Clay, if you're reckless about catching up, it could complicate the job."

"Tap—"

"Have you forgotten what happened in Thailand? Because of that Robbin's work is a mess and has to start again now, the task at that time failed if you know," explained Hanes then feed a piece of meat to Clay, "Open your mouth, open your mouth, you should eat something. Your body's a little bit thin. After this, let's go for a walk so that your mind and heart are calm."

As usual, Hanes could always change his mood. Exactly what was done at this time, made Clay entertained with stories full of boasting, clearly under the guise of a trick just to make him laugh.

Clay's heart began to worry, there was an unusual feeling when he was with Hanes. He felt loved wholeheartedly, treated very specially throughout their friendship.

Touching Clay's stained fingers, Hanes rubbed his thumb against the back of the beautiful woman's hand in front of him gently. He glanced so deeply that Clay was made uncomfortable.

"Are we leaving, Han?"

"Of course," Hanes replied somewhat regretfully, as if distracted by Clay's sudden question.

"Wait a minute, it's not until five minutes that I'm down," Clay promised as seriously as possible when leaving Hanes in the dining room. He avoids the inner upheaval of loving touch from the friend.

Whether due to a hurry or not much was required, Clay had finished getting ready. His thick wave hair was tied loosely back like a ponytail, jeans and plain white t-shirts and cardigans wrapped around his slender body.

Hanes drove his car casually, down the not-so-crowded road, until he arrived at a park. The place Clay used to find comfort. In fact, the friend knows his wishes at this time. The man went down first and opened the door for him.

For the first time, Clay felt something was amiss within. The warmth from Hanes' hands delivered an emotional wave into his heart and his heart was pounding irregularly. Perhaps, he was too late to realize this feeling. Or were all previous feelings disguised by the status of friendship.

No, this is wrong, Clay should not react when touched by a man who is not her husband. He hoped to be as naive and innocent as ever, hopefully Hanes didn't see the red hue on his cheek. Likely on display today, Clay must control himself in order to stay in his proper circle.

The two walked together down a slightly sloping path, then decided to sit under a shady tree. Clay looked at the two butterflies, they were flying around each other. Like teasing each other. A knotty smile involuntarily fell on his languid lips, until the soft touch was startled. Soften the fine hairs all over the body.

"Dam!"

"Wind is ruining your hairdo" martial Hanes, trying to react as normally as possible. Though he was eager to pull the nape of the woman and give a little touch as sweet as honey with the lips. "Is it better now?"

"Yes." Yeah." Clay's answer sounded hesitant, what is this, why is the sound that comes out not as loud as usual? He was still trembling as a result of Hanes' fingers reaching the temple behind his ears. "It's getting hot, we better get home."

"You're right and—" Hanes purposely hung his sentence for a long time. Then, pull the tip of his jacket to see the clock coiled around his wrist. "Prepare, tonight I'll pick you up."

Clay's forehead wrinkled. "Where?"

"Just a fatty and delicious dinner, Clay. Oh, my gosh, look at your condition after marrying Robbin!" Hanes raised Clay's hand high and twisted the woman's body. "Pathetic."

"It's not that bad, Han. I just need to get used to it without having—yah, a little bit of luxury," I Clay while looking down for a while and then lifting my chin, "I used to be too—a little fat I guess."