Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 25

Diego - - - di

When you're in love .. ah no. When you're under the influence of passion and lust, you won't care about the surroundings.

I've been fascinated, with every curve of his body, with two chewy things that managed to satisfy me.

She's not a pretty girl, not even comparable to Lyra. But somehow, I was always satisfied just by looking at him.

Already drugged? Or is there something else that drives my passion?

Aishe dropped herself backwards, followed by Diego who continued to kiss her mercilessly. In fact, taking a short breath is not allowed. Until finally, the two lips parted when suddenly their ears heard a rumble from Aishe's stomach.

Diego immediately turned his position, sitting next to Aishe. "Hungry?" tanyanya battered Aishe's face that looked embarrassed.

"Little bit. You hungry, Sir?"

"Yes, but I'd rather have another breakfast." Diego glanced with a grinning gaze, like a cunning wolf staring at the sleeping white sheep before him.

Hearing Diego's reply, Aishe immediately moved from his position, and suddenly was already on Diego's thigh. "No blindfold, sir. Can I just close my eyes?"

Diego put one of his hands behind his head, smiling, he said, "Come down!" pinta Diego's. "You worked hard last night, just rest."

"But, Master? That ... has been strained."

Diego glanced at his flagship Jargon who was ready to fight. However, for some reason, he changed his mind and wanted to solve it himself. Perhaps, he was considering the condition of Aishe who had been at work last night.

"I can finish it myself." Diego pushed Aishe's arm out of his leg. "Cover body! I want to call Ashan!"

Aishe obediently complied without protest. After the girl covered her body with a blanket, Diego again called Ashan to ask him to take a wheelchair.

He asked for a wheelchair?

Aishe looked around and finally realized something strange. In his room, he doesn't find Diego's wheelchair. So, how did he come to his room last night?

Or ….

He's here himself?

Short thinking, but it sounds irrational. Aishe tries to remember what they did last night, as she only remembers the scene where Diego came to her drunk, forcing her to gulp down Vodka.

Aishe looked at the back of Diego who was sitting on the edge of the bed while wearing a pajamas. His mind was a little stuck on something strange, but he could not describe what strange feeling it was.

"Just stay in bed, I'll have the waiter deliver breakfast!"

Diego's words disperse everything he daydreams. Submissively, he nodded and answered Diego's orders. "Ba-good!"

Ashan was done helping Diego get into his wheelchair, and prepared to leave the room. But before leaving, he had a chance to talk about Aishe's revenge.

"I've considered your tactics. Once your legs are healed, you can already run them."

"really? Is that true, sir?"

Aishe's face sparkled instantly, hearing the good news Diego brought before the man left. Aishe was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after nearly two months of waiting. Finally, he was able to immediately avenge Farhan.

The good news that came, immediately filled his mind, expelling all the strange preconceptions about Diego. Replacing it with shadows will be the success of his tactics later.

"He's beginning to realize it, sir. Should I eliminate him?" ashan pushed Diego's wheelchair.

"For what? My legs are numb, it's just …." Diego did not continue his words and smiled.

"Investigate that man named Farhan, as soon as possible!"

"Good, Master!"