IRENE (Presidential Satisfying Woman )
Go home

The day Max waits for his end comes too, the day he will go home and meet his son Maxim.

His legs were still not fully recovered, but he was able to stand on his own two feet and could walk a step or two.

But he kept pushing himself to train for the sake of being able to as soon as he met Maxim and this was the end.

He will meet Maxim with his woman Irene, the mother of his son and his future wife.

Max sits in a wheelchair with Irene pushing him from behind, All the way to Irene's house, Max is restless.

She's agitated at the thought of what if Nathan doesn't approve of her ?

What if he turns Max on ??

" Big brother, he won't hurt me by separating me you and Maxim, He's been waiting for this long, He also feels guilty about what he's done. " Max inhales deep in the air to fill his chest cavity DNS disposes of him slowly.

" I'm ready..." Irene smiles at Max and pushes back the wheelchair of the man she loves to enter her house, the house Nathan bought for her with Maxim.

From a distance of 10 meters Max can see a man 187 cm tall like his middle standing behind them both.

Max again inhaled the air around him and exhaled slowly again.

" Sister..." Call Irene to Nathan's sister.

Yes, Jonathan immediately turned around and looked at his sister Irene and Max who looked uncomfortable with his current position.

" How are you today, dear ??" Max's chest is burning at this moment.

How could being so romantic and intimate like that in front of her ?

And anyway why did Nathan have to call Irene in love ?? It really burned his head this time.

" I'm good brother, how's brother ??" Irene replied to her sister's question with no less gentle of her.

Seeing the second interaction Max like a piece of meat that is not considered there.

Why is Nathan so affectionate with his own sister ?? Don't know that Max is burning with jealous fire right now ??

If it wasn't in this state and Nathan wasn't Irene's sister, It can be ascertained that Nathan will be destroyed at that time because he had dared to hug Irene and call her with words of affection.

At least a broken bone, but how could he do that ?? Nathan is Irene's older sister.

" Are you jealous ??" Max stares curiously at Nathan, who looks pompous in front of him after the departure of Irene, who says she wants to see Maxim and make drinks for the three of them.

" Do I have to say it again ? I don't think so !" Neither Nathan nor his second Max wants anyone to budge here.

The two of them stared at each other fiercely and underestimated each other.

Max really doesn't like this, especially when Nathan stares at his feet at this time.

" What are you looking at ??"

" There is no ! Just looking at the arrogant man is now sitting sweetly in a wheelchair. "

" I didn't expect that a person who is known to be friendly by the people of this City turned out to be a proud man !"

" Would I need glass ?? "

" I don't need ! Because after all I remain more handsome and more charming than you ! it was evident with your sister who loved me. " Nathan stared intently at Max who looked very arrogant.

" That-means"

" Oh, certainly not ! I love your sister ! And your sister loves me too ! So you have no right to say that I don't love your sister !"

" Haha...Is this really that arrogant, proud Max Anderson ?? Am I really seeing her right now ??"

Check !

Nathan was speechless, He couldn't say anything more at this moment. He lost to Max.

The man could break his spirit directly until his heart throbbed pain.

The first woman he loved was Irene, and it turned out to be her own younger sister.

Doesn't that hurt a lot ??

" What are you doing ?? Looks very exciting. " Irene came up with a tray containing her favorite Mango Juice Max.

She even added her Mango pieces on the plate to her older brother and his beloved man.

Irene understood very well that Max was very fond of the name of the fruits, and even the pieces must be appropriate.

How would Irene react if she knew Max had cravings during her pregnancy with Maxim ? And only the pieces of fruit should be the same !

" There is no ! We're just familiarizing ourselves as brother-in-law, aren't we ??" Nathan wants to vomit when he hears Max calling his sister-in-law.

Is she the same age as Max ? Or younger, it's up to you.

But Nathan doesn't like it when Max calls his sister-in-law like that.

" Oh, well then, Maxim's asleep, I'm gonna cook lunch first, so what's lunch ??"

" Boiled noodles !"

" Tomyam !" Both Nathan and his second Max gave each other sharp glances.

Where Max asked for a complete boiled noodle made by Irene as he had eaten at that time, then another with Nathan who asked Tomyam to Irene.

" What is true ??"

" Tomyam !"

" Boiled noodles !!" Back they answered their wishes but Irene couldn't possibly cook her second isn't it ??

So he took his middle course by making rib soup only, that's more practical and fast way of working.

Actually Tomyam is also faster, but if he makes food desire his brother then Max will be disappointed later.

Then the rib soup is his shortcut at the moment.

" What about the rib soup ??" Irene tried to offer her another path.

And both men of different races had to nod their heads.

Irene went to the kitchen to cook the rib soup, while in the living room there was a debate between the two of them, Both Nathan and his second Max no one wants to budge each other until it pisses Max off at him.

" I want to marry Irene as soon as possible and bring her stay back to Canada !" Nathan placed his glass containing the juice rough onto the table.

This is what she feared, Irene would be brought by Max again, and what if Irene was back in torment ??

" You don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to repeat the same mistake, so I'm not going to hurt her again. "

" Can you be trusted ??" Max breathed his breath long, nor did he blame Nathan for being so afraid that his sister was hurt again.

If Max was in Nathan's position, he might have killed the man who hurt his sister, but unfortunately Max is not Nathan, and Nathan is not Max.

So the two cannot be equated.

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