Marrying the Young Miss

Marrying the Young Miss
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"Later my wife and I will come down. Just warm up the cooking again!" daniel said, then closed the door to his room.


Jebrets.


"Just disturb!" grumbled Daniel, sweeping his face in frustration.


Daniel saw the blankets that were mounting, thinking that there was Elis still hiding under the thick blanket.


Bugh.


Daniel dropped his body under the blankets, with his possessiveness he wrapped it up.


"Why is it different!" daniel muttered with a frown, with something he thought Elis.


Daniel went up and pulled the blanket, saw a bolster pillow stretched out.


"Damnai!" yell Daniel with a head.


His auditory senses sharpened again, and turned his head towards the bathroom.


"Smart you are! You must have forgotten your change of clothes, well, I'll have all your needs ready, baby!" Daniel stepped towards the walk in closet, opened the closet door, and took out a set of women's work clothes, not forgetting he prepared his interiors as well.


"A long time! It's a real kid showering in the bathroom!" murmured Daniel, waiting for Elis impatiently.


No matter how many times, Daniel turned to the bathroom door that was still tightly closed, waiting for the wife to come out of the bathroom by sitting on the sofa, the legs cross one on the other leg which becomes the pedestal.


Chequek.


Just as Elis stepped out of the bathroom, his gaze immediately broke, looking at Daniel who was still in the room.


"Da-Daniel! You you?" spontaneously, Elis covered her chest with one of her hands, and one of her hands covered her bottom.


Elis came out of the bathroom, using a towel that only covered the chest to the groin.


"Hi darling! You look at me, like you see a ghost. I've prepared clothes for you! Or you want me to wear it, right?" daniel asked with a mischievous smile.


Daniel swallowed his saliva with difficulty, jagaaa, this is the feeling of having a wife, want to go to the office even in the body suguhin that seemed to be asked to be touched.


"A-what are you looking at? Turn around! Quickly turn around the body!" tell Elis with a trembling voice.


Elis grabbed the clothes Daniel had prepared for her, then with a thousand feet stepped onto the walk in closet.


The two of them got out of the room, enjoying their breakfast together romantically. No doubt Daniel feed Elis his food, wiping the leftovers from the corner of Elis' lips with a friendly kiss.


Making the servants who were there, could only swallow his saliva with a sultry envy.


"Have you guys had breakfast?" ask Elis.


"Already Miss, we've had breakfast" Didi replied, representing her other servants.


"You want more, baby?" bargain Daniel.


"No, this is enough. I can be fat if I eat a lot." declined Elis.


"You want to be fat, slim, in my eyes still ideal!" said Daniel.


"Ihsss ngaur, where there's a fat it's ideal!" elis protest.


Daniel got up from his chair, leaning over, the closer he got to his face with Elis.


Sleeep's.


Daniel sweeps the barbeque sauce, which is at the corner of Elis' lips with his tongue, making Elis pattern.


"What are you doing?" asked Elis with a shriveled forehead.


"You're weird, Daniel! That's a sorokkk, why don't you just use a tissue!" elis protest.


Elis glanced at Daniel with a gaze full of big question marks on his head. Wonderful I'm the same way of thinking, why would you want to do something that is good for me. Is that not for her?


'Master passed bucin ya the same, Miss!'


^^^'Master loves too much, Miss!''^^^


'But Mr. Sosweet, try your boyfriend, your husband, definitely won't want to do what you did to Miss, hehehe. Aye right?'


^^^'You're right, my girlfriend wouldn't want to admit it to me!''^^^


'Suuuut, do not treat our dreams as Miss, the love that our partner has is still far greater with the love that Master has for Miss.'


"Ehem ahem!" mr. Didi resuscitated his men who were even busy with a soft voice.


"Daniel, don't you have a meeting today? You go, I can go alone!" great-grandson Elis, as Daniel opens the car door for her.


Brucks.


"Daniel!" elis exclaimed in surprise, as Daniel pushed Elis into the car, so he sat down.


Sreek.


"Meeting I can wait, baby!" daniel answered, with a hand pulling Elis to lean on his chest that field.


"Daniel! Oh my goodness, you are this! I can sit by myself! I can get in the car by myself! Why are you being like this anyway?" elis protests with Daniel's change of attitude at his, sometimes gentle, sometimes slightly pushy.


The car driven by a woman, whose age can be said to be the same as Daniel, drove away from the magnificent house at medium speed.


Elis frowned, looking at someone behind the steering wheel with a probing look.


A lady? So Daniel hired a woman driver? Oh, my goodness is right! Why did I just know? But for what I know, it doesn't matter Elis thought in his heart.


Long enough Daniel silently watched Elis through the rearview mirror of the car. It's like I know what Elis is thinking.


"From this second on, wherever you go, there'll be Ella who'll take you wherever you go. Don't you think, Ella?" daniel's great-granddaughter firmly answered Elis' curiosity.


Elis put his face away. "No, all this time I've been my driver, it's you. From this moment on, take me, take me wherever I go, that's you!" great-granddaughter Elis with arms crossed in front of chest.


"All right, I agree. But every time you have a meeting, a job outside, it has to be with my consent first. You agree?" bargain Daniel, trying to rebuke Elis, by extending his right hand in front of his wife.


"We're diel!" Elis returned Daniel's hand.


"So what is my duty, sir, if Miss doesn't want to be escorted by me?" ella asked, glancing at her Master through the rearview mirror of the car.


"You can go after my papa, get him to bend his knees at you!" said Daniel.


Ciiiite.


Brucks.


Ella stepped on the brake pedal, making the car instantly stop with a tire squeak on the asphalt.


Daniel hit Elis's body, making his two fall.


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