Marrying the Depression Master
CH-114 Guest from Paris

Ara felt her pillow was not as tender as usual, her body was not as free as usual. The cold air from the Ac also felt like it was touching his skin. He tried to open his eyes even though he was still feeling sleepy. As her eyes slightly opened, she was somewhat surprised because what she saw was now different.

It was no longer the dazzling sunlight, but the bare chest of a man was right in front of his eyes, the chest that was all night clinging to his body.

Ara blinked her eyes many times, glancing at what was around her. Even his unclothed body lay on its side attached to the man's body. There is no longer any distance between them.

Glancing up, the man's hand flashed past his shoulder, glancing down, it turned out that he had Jack's shoulder padded.

“You're up?” jack's voice rang out from above his head, feeling a movement in his arms.

Ara immediately looked up at the man. Both of his hands Jack rubbed his back. Looks like all night he slept in Jack's arms.

The hand that hugged Ara moved rubbing her hair.

“Did you wake up from earlier?” ara asked, looking into the eyes of the man who had even pressed his face against her forehead.

“Iya,” replied Jack.

“Why are you still lying down?” ask Ara.

Not usually Jack Sesiang is still in bed. Usually the man wakes up earlier than her.

“You slept well in my hand, where might I bother you?” jack replied, surprising Ara. It's true he slept on Jack's arm. Ah that man why is he always protecting her?

“Sorry, you must be so sore!” said Ara while Ara while lifting her body.

Jack's hand slipped off from Ara, but she got up and laid Ara down again and hugged her.

“Why do you always say sorry to me?” jack asked, looking down at his face.

 “What else should I say?” Ara asked back.

“I'm yours, I don't mind hugging you all night,” replied Jack, peeping Ara's forehead. Staring again at that pale face, there was no more shiny babypink lipstick. His kiss last night wiped all the makeup off that face.

Ara did not reply, looking at that handsome face. He always felt unsure if he was marrying that man. From such a brief encounter made him bond with this man in the bonds of marriage.

“Thanks,” says Jack.

“Thanks for what?” ask Ara.

“Thank you for being my wife,” jawb Jack, back rubbing Ara's hair.

“I'm happy to be your wife,” replied Ara, staring at the man, the best man she's ever met in her life.

“I love you,” said Jack, he loved to say those words, dian wanted to show his wife that he really loved her.

Jack's hand returned to the naked body, which was partially covered in a blanket. There were some marks he left there, and then he kissed the pale lips again. Looks like last night wasn't enough to spice it up.

Ara moved in search of a comfortable position in Jack's arms. His hand hugged Jack's arm that he was sleeping with. Being in the confinement of a burly body that makes it will not be able to escape just like that.

Jack pulled Ara's hair back and kissed her neck, and she saw the mole behind her hair. Although it reminded him of Arum, he did not want to turn the moment together with his wife into gloomy, he just went back to kissing her neck.

There was a knock on the door a few times.

“Who is knocking on the door? I'm lazy to wake up,” complained Ara.

“You go to sleep, let me open it,” said Jack, letting go of his arms reluctantly, and then again kissed his wife's lips. Then the blanket covered her body.

“Wait a minute!” jack answered the door knocker.

Ara saw Jack get off the bed, walking naked towards the walk in closet. Ah the man did not shyly waltz into the room in a state of complete nudity.

The man was shameless, why not wear a blanket to walk there, but if wearing a blanket, his body will be exposed everywhere. It's better to see Jack naked.

Jack came out of the walk in closet wearing a long coat covering his body. Ara just watched him, the man looked sexy. I can't believe that this guy is her husband.

As if someone was paying attention, Jack turned to Ara who immediately closed her eyes pretending not to pay attention to Jack.

Jack smiled at his wife's behavior, as he walked closer to the bed. Sitting on the edge of Ara's body and his hands rubbed the covered body.

“You why?” ask Jack.

“I'm still sleepy, I want to sleep,” replied Ara, but her face flushed red.

Jack instead of staying away, Ara instead felt the man approaching her body.

“You are used to seeing it and feeling it, no shame,” Jack said, making Ara widen

his eyes and looked straight at Jack.

“Why do you always say embarrassing things?” his protest.

“I told my wife so I have nothing to be ashamed of,” Jack said with a smile, seeing Ara's face getting red.

“You always bother me,” complained Ara.

Jack hugged her back and kissed her lips. Ara rubbed her hair slowly.

“You will open the door, the pity that waits outside,” said Ara, because the man did not endlessly kiss her.

Ara could not see who was knocking on the door, only she heard Mr. Beni's voice.

“There are guests from Paris,” said Mr. Beni.

Hearing the word Paris made Ara turn towards the door. He only looked at Jack's back and the door that only opened slightly.

Heard again the voice of a man firmly and the sound of the pounding of shoes.

“Spect General!” the word of the voice was in French, of course Ara who tried to sleep again instantly sharpened her hearing.

Someone called Jack 'General', who's the guest?

Now Jack's voice is in French.

“Any General!” the voice was again heard still in French, then there were steps away and the door was closed.

Ara turned towards the door. Her husband approached her.

“Who?” ask Ara.

Jack did not immediately answer, he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his body onto Ara's body, rubbing the covered body.

Ara looked at.

“There's a guest,” says Jack.

“Whose guest?” ask Ara.

Jack did not reply, making Ara silent and just stared at him.

“You rest. I'll go to the study for a minute. If you want to take a shower, tell me, I'll bathe you,” Jack said.

Ara smiled, the man wants to bathe her?

“Why?” ask Jack.

“You will seriously bathe me?” ask Ara.

“Of course, it's my turn to bathe you,” Jack replied. Ara only returned it with a small laugh.

“I go for a minute,” said Jack. He kissed Ara's cheek again, rubbed her back and walked out of the room.

Ara thought of her guest Jack in French and if not mistakenly heard the guest calling Jack with the name ‘Jendral’.  Jack also did not say whose guest.

Who's the guest? Is it from Jack's office in Paris? Why come all the way here, does anything matter?

Ara changed her sleeping position so stretched out to look at the ceiling, when she was stung by an idea she rushed down from her bed covered. His rapid movements made him grimace in the pain between his legs. But he has to go to Jack's study, see who Jack's guest is.

While still grimacing withstanding the pain and limp feet were trembling as well, Ara headed for a walk in closet, put on a long coat like the one Jack wore, and rushed out again.

Ara looked around the room, saw her cell phone on the table, she immediately took it, then came out of the room.

Actually his body also felt limp and sleepy, but he rushed towards Jack's study, or he wouldn't hear anything from there.

While at the door, Ara heard the sound of conversation inside. He immediately turned on his phone, turned on the recording device, then the phone was brought closer to the door. There was a conversation in French.

“I deliver this letter, General!” the voice inside. Ara did not understand the meaning. He really should learn French.

Inside the workspace, Jack received the letter and read it.

"We've come to pick up the general!" said that voice.

“I still have a lot of business here,” said Jack, re-folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

“When the General is ready, we will pick up soon,” said the man.

Ara frowned, she did not know the meaning of the conversation.

Jack seemed silent, just last night he was making out with his wife, why is there such a task? He could not have left his wife.

“You wait a minute,” said Jack, walking to his desk and writing something there.

“I can't come with you now, you bring this letter!” jack said after he finished. The letter was given to the soldier.

Ara still continued to record, but there was no more conversation inside, just a stern voice from the guest.

“Any General!” said that voice.

When the sound of a foot beating approached the door, Ara immediately left the place by holding the pain between her legs that did not disappear. He hurriedly returned to his room.

Ara sat on the side of the bed, tuning the tape. He thought about what Jack had said to the Parisian guest, but he still did not understand.

After being content to listen and not knowing the meaning, Arapun immediately opened the contact on his phone, looking for people who could roughly help him translate the conversation. That's definitely not Beni. Mr. Beni must not know that he eavesdropped and recorded Jack's conversation with his guest in the study.

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