Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 20: When to Go Home?

Clay's stomach feels wrapped because it is not filled with heavy food at a glance. However, even so, how lucky he was to still be able to wet his dry lips and throat with drinking water. He used to prepare next to the table lamps, keeping watch for the nights of thirst, so there was no need to take him to the kitchen.

Clay didn't dare to come out of the room. He was still horrified given Hanes' passionate gaze last time. And, that's the reason for locking yourself up. Haven't been hungry for two days. However, he could not stand it anymore, his stomach really hurt.

After considering and not hearing the movements from outside the room, Clay draws the conclusion that Hanes is most likely already gone and has not come yet.

Of course, Clay's threat at that time proved powerful even though Hanes' actions were fairly reckless. Still both of them were close friends, the man could not bear to push Clay too far. Not for now, people's thoughts and habits can change at any time.

Clay carefully turned the key, then slipped out of the room full of vigilance. He went down the stairs slowly, as he headed to the kitchen.

Clay breathed a sigh of relief as there was no sign of Hanes in his house. It's pretty safe for a while. He had to get some food out of the freezer.

Before going any further, Clay checked the living room. His head looked around. "Thank God, protect me God" he murmured as he stroked his chest.

Now that the fear was a little lessened, Clay hurriedly continued his intention of coming out of the hiding that was about to dispel consciousness, starting to limp.

Clay bends over while removing canned milk and apples. His sense of hearing caught the sound of someone's footsteps faintly.

The attack Hanes committed the other day left a deep trauma. Clay froze in silence, until his sturdy arms hugged him tightly from behind.

Clay's eyelids instantly close tightly, he's too scared to move or just fill his lungs with ambient air. The body is tired of trembling, cold sweat pouring through the skin pores.

What Clay fears is happening, Hanes is back. That man is unyielding.

Oh My God, why come again? Brother Robbin, help me. When home? What should I do now. My body has lost a lot of energy. I can't stand Hanes anymore, Clay's mind is upset. His mind and soul are chaotic.

A loud cry sounded along with Clay's shaky shoulders. He felt a firm arm hug on his shoulders loosening. Then that large and warm palm flipped over his body.

Clay was suddenly dizzy, his whole body was shivering, he lacked the energy to do the rejection.

"Hi, why are you crying?"

The voice was heavy and inside the man jolted Clay's timelessness. With insight, her eyelids opened.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Sister Robbin!" clay exclaimed sobbing as he immersed himself into the chest of the figure field he hoped to go home.

"Am I too strong to hold you?" robbin asked, worried, worried maybe the emotion that stirred when wrapping the arms too tight, so that it hurt the wife.

"No, not at all, Brother Robbin."

"You have a fever" said Robbin, feeling the heat on the palm when it touched Clay's skin. He led his wife to sit down to a chair, and then took out a canned milk that had accidentally fallen down earlier. "Have you eaten?"

Clay shook his head weakly, trying to maintain consciousness. Don't want to make Robbin more anxious.

"Wait a minute" Robbin's pinta, immediately pulled out an instant porridge in the cupboard and opened it, pouring a little hot water from the dispenser. "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to buy food."

"Come, eat first, then take the medicine." Robbin brought a spoonful of porridge closer to Clay's mouth. "As long as I'm gone, is there anything bad?"

"Yes, I'm waiting" Robbin said as he fed Clay gradually until it was gone. "Eem, I'll get you some medicine first. You should rest afterwards."

Clay observes the change in attitude of the husband, he does not want the story to ruin everything. Well, this is better. Especially if considering how jealous Robbin saw his closeness with Hanes.

This can foster a no-no prejudice in Robbin's heart and mind. The incident clearly strengthens the assumption of the husband, that there is a relationship more than ordinary friendship.

"Drink."

After making sure Clay ate and took medicine, Robbin carried his wife's body into the room.

Robbin laid Clay down slowly and pulled the blanket to the stomach. "I'm gonna take a shower, get some sleep."

Clay looked at the man's wide back with teary eyes until the effects of the drug made him drowsy.

Clay's cell phone lying on the nightstand rang. He also did not go to sleep, his hands stretched out to reach for the sophisticated object. "Hello" he said without seeing the caller's number.

Clay was not wearing a loudspeaker mode, but the warning from the person across there was clear. "It's a pity that the goddamn bodyguard has returned, and I'll tell you our closeness to him!"

Clay's plump fingers gripped the handle of his phone quite tightly. "You think I'm scared, Han," he whispered furiously.

"It should be so, she must hate you. Stay away from you, even the worst end your relationship, but you don't have to worry. I can take his place."

"Stop that absurd rant of yours, Han! Listen to this carefully! We have nothing to do. And, you think Robbin believes all your bullshit?"

Hanes' crisp laughter made Clay nauseous, he lightly massaged the left temple. "Han, you ruined everything. Don't bother me anymore!"

"It can't be before the goddamn bodyguard divorces you" Hanes said.

Clay's shoulders feel heavy. He glanced at the big strong hand cupping his shoulder. Despite the fear of crawling, Clay tried to be relaxed when looking at a glance.

How long has Robbin been standing behind me? Has he heard everything? inner Clay while turning off the phone.

"Who?" ask Robbin.

Fear remained in Clay, but he tried to talk casually.

Robbie asked again. "Hanes, huh?"

Despite the fatigue, Clay forced himself to lean towards the head of the bed. Guess the guy's always on target. "Yes." Yeah."

Just said 'yes' that came out, Robbin's jaw had stiffened, the look in his eyes darkened. The man obviously hated that answer. Clay is right by making up his mind, burying deeply his closeness with Hanes as Robbin leaves.

"Come here, Brother Robbin," Clay's pinta pitched gently in persuasion.

Robbin also said, without Clay grabbed the tense body of the man. Their hearts beat fast, Robbin's hands lifted slowly then rubbed Clay's hair gently.

In a slow motion, Robbin laid Clay's body. He chanted a prayer before sneaking under the covers as a defense. It is not time to go any further. His lukewarm body inched closer, he sighed and dissolved in hoe.