H.U.R.T
Good Morning

"Tell me where you hid the boy, Maira!" a foreign man asked in an impatient tone. Questions that have been repeatedly questioned for the past half an hour.

"No child, no one here!" The woman named Maira gave the same answer every same question thrown at her.

"Don't make things any harder. Give me the boy and you can live freely!"

"Tell Fernando or Bartoli that they won't get anything here."

"Then say goodbye to the world, Maira." An old man suddenly appeared and pointed a gun.

The door!!

Maira fell down instantly with a bullet that pierced her forehead.

Doorr!!!

Doorr!!

Although Maira was lifeless, two bullets were still thrown on the woman's body.

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Isabell prepares breakfast for herself and two awesome Willson men. Although in the palace, all his usual necessities were served, it did not mean Isabell could not do homework. He loves all the housework without exception. By doing homework, he can get through a boring day. It is not uncommon for the Queen to call her a servant. What's wrong with the waiter?

Isabell did not mind being a servant as long as he could enjoy the outside world. To him, the servant is not a cheap job. Isabell was proud and saluted to the servants who worked in the palace. To serve and sacrifice for the comfort of the royal family. For Isabell it was a noble work.

Perhaps the empress did not intend to demean the work of the servants. The empress called her a servant probably because of a form of hatred towards her. The queen's hatred was understandable, considering Isabell was considered a black stain in the marriage of the king and empress.

Palace life was not very suitable for Isabell. He does not like to be confined and he also does not like to see the empress angry with him. He was worried if at any time his stepmother's blood sugar rose and it was certain he was the cause. Isabell specifically asked his father to allow himself to leave the palace. Philip Geonandes never gave permission until finally Mrs. Willson asked Isabell to stay with them.

Here he was, in a house full of warmth and also of beautiful inner torment. In this house there is a man who is his first love. The man who will be betrothed to him. But Isabell did not expect an engagement that he did not know when it would take place.

Engagement will occur if both parties agree. Isabell would obviously not refuse to be betrothed to Austin. The problem is whether Austin will accept it is a core question that has not been found the answer until now.

Last night, Mrs. and Mr. Willson flew to Spain to fulfill his father's invitation. Isabell hopes the meeting will discuss the continuation of this engagement. Isabell refused to return to the palace. In addition to liking Austin, his goal of accepting this engagement was his freedom.

"Please make me coffee,"

"Gurgh!!"

Isabell tanpa sengaja mengiris jarinya karena mendengar suara yang muncul tiba-tiba.

"Oh, coffee... Yeah, I'll make it." Isabell pressed his bloody finger against his long hair that was smeared originally.

"No. Forgetit. Just treat your wounds."

"It's okay. His blood has stopped. Sit down, I'll make you some coffee. A teaspoon of sugar with three and a half teaspoons of coffee. Right no?"

Austin chuckled, "Where did you know that?"

"I asked your mother."

Austin pulled out a chair for him to occupy. She just got home this morning after partying with her partner Beth and her brother-in-law, Steve. It's just that Steve just stopped by for a minute. Can't linger because his phone rings every five minutes. Ck! Austin would not exchange freedom for a marriage. Never!

"When are Mom and Dad going home?"

"I don't know. They just left yesterday and I think they're still in the air."

"Oh."

"Your co-cop." Isabel placed the cup in front of Austin with some of the bread she had baked.

"Thank you," Austin sipped his coffee. "Here there is a waiter who will prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner. You don't have to do it."

"I'm glad I did." Isabell fixed the location of his glasses. Unconscious movements he did while being misbehaved. How not to misbehave, now Austin looked at him closely. Several times Isabell saw Austin glancing at him from top to bottom.

"Your clothes don't make you hot?"

Isabell looked down, looking at the clothes he was wearing. White long dress that is quite loose with long arms that he rolls up to below the elbow.

"You're bothered by my appearance?"

Austin was slightly jolted with Isabell's answer which was a question.

Austin shook his head, "You might feel stifled. Here it is not the palace that should pay attention to how to dress. The palace is full of rules. You grew up with rules where adab, norms and morals are very important. But, this is outside the palace. You are free to do anything. No one will ban you, no one will watch you and report you."

"You're right. But regarding how I dress has nothing to do with the rules of the palace, this is how I feel. It's a little old-fashioned. But I'm comfortable with this."

Not a little old fashioned, but very old fashioned, fenced-in tooth girl!!! Austin.

"Good morning,"

Darren pulls up the chair next to Austin. The man was well dressed, getting ready for the office. The opposite appearance of Austin who wore a black leather jacket with half hair that was allowed to decompose.

Looks like Willson's men really like long hair. Isabell realized that Darren also has half-lengthy hair. It was just that the man tied her up neatly.

"You just got home?" Darren picked up the bread Isabell had prepared for Austin.

"I'll prepare an omelette for you. Wait a minute." Isabell again sliced vegetables that had been neglected for talking to Austin.

Darren turned, "No need. This bread is enough."

"Aunty said you'd rather have breakfast with an omelette."

"What my mother said was true, but that doesn't mean I don't like bread." Darren tilted his head back to look at his sister.

"How was last night? I heard from Beth, you won a lot."

"If you've heard from Beth why are you still asking. I'm so sleepy." Austin pushed his chair and immediately stood up. "Happy work, Brother, be careful when driving and collect a lot of money." Austin pats Darren on the shoulder.

"I'll go back to my room, see you at lunch, Bebel."

Isabell nodded his head.

"Your toothpaste's changed again."

"A toothpick, Austin." Darren.

"For me it's the same. I wonder how many tooth fences you collect?"

"Lumayan many. I always ask Steve for advice when I want to replace it."

"So, Steve suggested you wear this colorful tooth fence?"

"I gave him a few options and he'll pick one after he says that I shouldn't wear a tooth fence."

Austin laughed when he heard Isabell following his way of calling the tooth fence. "I agree with my brother-in-law, I don't think you need that colorful fence. What if you take it off?"