His Purpose
161. Sugaries

Gibran can't say it. As hard as he tried to be honest, Gibran still could not see Maria is not okay.

It's too heavy. It is not hypocritical that he fears their relationship is fractured, had Mary known their relationship in the past.

They've come this far. Gibran has gone through many things to get to the stage of marrying Mary. He is not willing when their sweet relationship is destroyed because of honesty.

No, Gibran won't let that happen.

"It's Nick's. She ... She has a lover. It's been a long time." Gibran doesn't know what the sentence is convincing enough. It's more complicated than convincing a client.

"Nick?"

"Hm. His girlfriend died."

"Then why is the necklace in Koko?" ask Mary astonished. His face was wet and puffy.

Gibran scratched his nape while grimacing faintly. "He owed me a debt, so yes .. he gave the necklace as collateral. But I don't know how to sell it." Gibran. "My money is too much to be an excuse for selling stuff."

Mary thought silently. Is Nick that poor to not be able to pay the debt to Gibran? Hey, he works, and the pay's not cheap. Every day wearing Armani's body has shown Nick's financial height. Nick is not a poor man!

But he could have done it years ago. That necklace model was a long time ago. Maybe before Nick bought the necklace using Gibran's money.

"Don't cry anymore." Gibran wiped Mary's face with both hands.

He smiled and peeked at the small reddened Mary's nose, coinciding with Mary who inhaled snot to cause a laughable straw sound.

Gibran. Mary could have done that slovenly thing when she kissed, and she lightly said. "Sorry, the snot's coming down, so I'm pulling, rather than getting salty to the lips."

How could Gibran not laugh so easily in front of Mary? His behavior is there that makes Gibran's stomach feel amused. He remembered when Maria was his junior in college. The woman also often does silly things unnoticed.

The persistent Maria chased after him but was quiet in front of others. Either way, Gibran also does not understand. He often saw Mary estranged from her friends.

One chance Gibran had heard rumors about it. And that's when he understood, Mary had no friends because her attitude was considered too arrogant.

She's the former queen of bullying at school. Maria's attitude was also not good to the servants in her house. But that's what attracted Gibran. Gibran said Mary's attitude was adorable. He likes a spoiled girl like Mary. Just Maria.

"Wear a tissue."

"Away," reluctantly maria raucous.

Gibran refused to take it, so he voluntarily sacrificed the arm of his shirt to shrink Mary's nose.

But since the accident that took away her memory, Maria's attitude has changed a little. He does not know what amnesia can make a person more mature in processing emotions. But that's what Gibran found for Maria.

"What are you doing?" Gibran turned to ask what had made him curious since.

Mary also bowed to a pile of clothes on her lap. Still with a small sigh the woman replied. "I want to move there," he said pointing to the empty space in one of the cabinets he seemed to have prepared.

This room is special for clothing, the area is almost larger than Mary's own room. It is natural considering that Maria is so fond of shopping, it is certain that the woman's goods are many and need a wider space to accommodate it.

In the mansion, Maria's wardrobe room was also larger than Gibran's. Gibran deliberately designed like that because he knows women like to collect something like clothes, including bags and shoes.

"Why moved?"

Gibran muttered a long 'oh. He nodded in understanding, then took over all the clothes in Maria's hands. "Let me. You just tell me where I need to move."

Gibran painstakingly arranged one by one Mary's old dress into the empty closet that Mary had pointed at.

The two seemed busy with Gibran looking back and forth, while Maria had now moved to sit on the sofa, watching Gibran while occasionally pointing at some clothes.

Like other normal households, Maria and Gibran look harmonious and fill each other. But the two did not realize that the big hole under them could at any time swallow the harmony that was now created.

"All that?" Gibran turned his body to ask Maria.

Maria nodded. "Thank you, thank you."

Gibran smiled. He then approached and groped the wife's head. "Don't be jealous anymore. I cannot possibly wish your heart. If I do, I'll let you stab me in the eye. I'm serious."

Instead of being flattered, Maria was horrified. "So creepy shop."

But the man just sniffed. "But you like it, right? Especially .. when you're in bed."

Seeing Gibran's lecherous grin, Maria kicked the man's shins. Gibran pretended to grimace, because honestly Maria's kick was not so strong.

He laughed and bowed his body shutting the woman.

"What a shop ... Careful, ah!" Maria patted both arms of Gibran across the left right side of her body.

Maria is trapped in Gibran's cage on the couch. Especially now that the man has launched light kisses around the face of Maria.

Mary shriveled amusedly, but she could not resist as Gibran turned his lips. The originally gentle pagutan gradually changed demandingly.

The initially relaxed atmosphere was now gradually hot as one of Gibran's hands squeezed out one of Maria's soft lumps of chest. The size of the chest he liked more.

Gibran moved his face away, he could see that Mary's eyes were glaring at me just as she was. It is certain that the woman felt the same way.

They had not done so for a long time because they were hindered by the restoration of Mary's hand. And now, a fit, healthy Maria is tempting Gibran to do more than kiss.

Gibran smiled, peeping at Maria's nose. Their eyes met again in the same blazing blaze. Gibran's warm breath hit Mary's face, she was silent as Mary opened one to two buttons of her shirt with a timid look.

"On the bed, to be more comfortable. Your waist hurts on the couch."

Maria bit her lips. His cheeks were red from blushing. Gibran chuckled, he twitched Mary's nose. "Normally naughty too. Why are you so shy now?"

Maria scowled, it made Gibran could not bear to laugh. Finally he lifted Mary's body from the sofa and began to step into the room.

"Weight," Gibran said, honestly.

As her body grew, Mary's body expanded. It certainly affects his weight which increases rapidly. Things Maria often complained about.

"Koko says I'm getting hotter" said Maria.

Gibran chuckles. He kissed Mary's lips briefly. "Yes, honey."