Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 29: Simply Burning the Heart

Clay's soft lips smiled amusedly, this was the first time seeing the nervousness on Robbin's dazzling face. He wasn't sure it was true, but his heart could sense it. The man rushed out of the car after helping him remove the seat belt hook and now ran around the car to open the door.

Robbin's large palm stretched out, Clay also linked his fingers between the fingers. Clay was stunned as soon as the husband grasped firmly, as if to show the world ownership of him. Warm spirits instantly ran through his veins, happiness bursting out immeasurably. And he liked it so much he couldn't speak. Only a sweet smile was painted on the lips.

The two hands clasping each other were swaying lightly, they led to a classic pub that was quite crowded. Because now it is not Friday and Saturday, entertainment of some kind of live music does not exist.

Clay and Robbin chose a spot in the room. They occupied seats on the second floor of the pub, not long after a serving of chocolate ice cream and a glass of merlot delivered by waiters.

"You want a snack?"

"Still full," reject Clay gently.

Robbin cupped Clay's palm on the table and stroked it. Until the phone call forced a halt, he opened the incoming message.

The person who wanted to meet Robbin was outside the room. He's gonna have to leave Clay for a second. He did not want to be seen with his wife, because it was too risky.

"Don't go anywhere, understand!" order Robbin before you leave.

"OK," said Clay, Robbin's sturdy arm pulled him closer and gave a brief peck at the temple.

Clay observed Robbin's firm steps getting further and further away. Even from behind, the charm of the husband is inevitable. Awesome, as graceful as the movement of the panther.

While waiting for Robbin to return, Clay uses his free time playing games. Every now and then, he looks around. The table at the corner of the stairs was filled, a blonde who was sitting leisurely while reading a magazine.

Clay also examined every detail of the pub architecture, on one of the walls there are various types of herbarium butterflies are framed so beautifully. There are probably more than twenty types there.

Fifteen minutes passed, Clay observing the clock coiled around his wrist. He needs to go to the toilet to pee before Robbin comes.

After Clay rushed from the restroom, his legs stopped when he arrived at the spot he was sitting in for a moment. His body shivered for a moment, the person who these few days did not want to be found was in plain sight. The man sat down casually while crossing his legs, then stood up as soon as he realized Clay's existence.

Without thinking Clay turned around for a long time, he no longer wanted to get in touch with that person. However, dexterously his wrist was gripped and forcefully pulled out of the pub.

"Clay, stop moving away and be afraid of me" he said in a gentle tone as usual. "I can be reckless if you act like this."

"Han, please understand and leave my life. Give me a puddle!" Clay groans, his irises looking sad.

Hanes rubbed his rough face, looked up for a while and cupped Clay's face with both palms. He stared fixedly at the familiar look of the friend. "It's been easy once you've cut off a relationship that's been in our entire lives, Clay. Just for the fucking bodyguard!"

"Shut your mouth!"

"Look at you" Hanes snorted as he removed both palms from the woman's soft cheeks. "Even your gentle personality changes. You're being a rough girl."

"You changed, Han! Not me!" Clay threw away his face, he closed his eyes for two seconds to neutralize the turbulent heart. "Your late-achri rude behavior scares me. You are not under control. I've been married. After marriage our relationship should be limited."

"Fuck up! I don't care, listen!" snapped Hanes, he grabbed Clay's wrists both, "Dad and Daddy Albert wouldn't be happy to hear we're hostile."

"Oh, come on, Han. I'm not hostile to you at all." Clay looked down deeply, before challenging Hanes' sharp eyes. He throws a finger that grips the wrist. "Before you cross the line. You're almost—Oh, gosh. If it were—"

Clah covered his face with both palms. He's caught up with everything that's been out of control lately. That time mistake dragged him all the way. It is true that at that time he was like a wife who thirsted for the caress of a husband.

Clay groans before peeling. He didn't want to be this close to Hanes. He's afraid Robbin saw him here. "Misunderstand. Let's just say it never happened, remember? That's what you said!"

Hanes smiled obliquely. No, he refused to forget the sweet accident. "It's not easy! Look what Robbin's gonna do when he finds out what we've done."

"You're threatening me?" Clay's getting furious, this can't be allowed. It was enough to let Hanes oppress him, he should not look weak. "It's a big mistake if you think I'm scared! Now, go! Meet Robbin, he trusts me more than you!"

"You sure?" Hanes stared intently at the beautiful woman whom he had always adored. He has to get what he wants in life. Without exception.

With both arms folded in front of the abdomen, Clay countered the bluff contained within Hanes' eyes. "Yes, come on, wait a minute?" Although his heart frowned, he said his voice remained calm.

"Okay, wait till your husband finds us here."

OMG, help me God, inner Clay, every second that rolls around is so stressful. He could not find a fitting rebuttal to Robbin's question later.

The ringing of the cell phone rang out, Clay and Hanes stared at each other for a moment until one of them received an incoming call.

"Hello, oh, shit! Okay I'm going there now!" sumpat Hanes then put the phone between his jeans. "Our business is not finished yet" he said, then rubbed Clay's cheek gently.

As soon as Hanes left Clay breathed a sigh of relief, he was grateful for the most thrilling moments missed.

"Clay, come on, go home!" A deep and heavy voice confirmed, Robbin was already standing behind him with a distance of one meter.

"Have you?" ask Clay, nervous.

The man did not respond, making Clay's stomach twine, head, heart, and heart beat erratically. What can he expect? Robbin didn't hear all his talk with Hanes? Impossible.

Robbin took a long step towards the parking lot, he did not reduce the speed even though Clay was two steps behind.

"Sister Robbin," Clay scolds after sitting quietly in the car.

Robbin was silent, he was seen putting something into the dashboard.

"Ro— Skirt"

"Shut up!" robbin snapped, making Clay's body tiptoe. The woman is seen holding her chest. "I'm sorry," she later realized the emotion of disappointment was rising, and she noticed the tension in the look on her face.

The conversation of Hanes and Clay did not get into his sense of hearing, but by looking at their closeness alone was enough to burn Robbin's heart.

"It's okay" Clay said gently, more precisely nervously.

"Do you want to buy something before you go home?" bargain Robbin, with such a rigid intonation.

"We bought all that stuff."