MY HUSBAND'S WOLF
WAGERED

"Is she our wife" said Aaron, taking one arrow and pointing it at the arrow.

"Looks like. Maybe he's resisting Bezial's presence!" cetus Eliot

as if knowing the thoughts of his wife.

"Haha. Hannah, Hana. How about when she becomes Queen. Whatever he did was served and he could not resist it. Will he continue to reject his destiny." Aaroon. And. Blashy! The arrow he directed shot out and hit the target.

"You think with that stubbornness, he wants to stay here. If he wants to stay here, I'll bet. Yeah, that's even if you can get out of Congress. I'll grant it one week just for you!" cetus Eliot's. His arrows hit the target.

"Well, you're playing a bet with me, El? If he hears, you die. I'm sure one hundred percent he won't give you a one-month ration. Hana we're really troublesome. It's been given good, she's turned it down." Cibir Aaron chimed.

"Enak do we think, but make it like being in a Golden cage. He is used to his life now. We can't force either" Eliot chimed in.

"Currently, you keep defending him!" grunting Aaron. Still don't want to lose to him.

"Of course, she's my wife. Who else am I going to defend. Whatever he wants, as long as he's happy. I must have followed him." Eliot's words made Aaron turn to him. He develops a smile and claps.

"I'm just like you, El!" Aaron nodded for sure. He can't wait for the congressional chairman to have everything planned to happen quickly.

***

Right now he was only wearing a bathing kimono silk. His hand gripped tightly not letting the maid help him wear clothes.

A half-corset shirt with so many ties behind it. Not to mention the cloth that will wrap it must be rotated many times. Like the clothes of ancient Europe just like the clothes Sheira wore.

"I'm sorry, Miss. But, you have to put on a dress, lunch time will be here soon and the guests who are waiting will be here soon. Our time is limited, miss!" Bezial insisted on wearing it.

"No. I don't want to. If you only come for lunch and a welcoming party, just wear a dress or maybe a dress above the knee. Simple and hassle-free." Hana shook her head strongly. Really do not want to wear clothes that look claustrophobic when worn.

"I beg you, Miss. Please wear it. I don't want to get my head chopped off" again Bazial took a chance. He knelt down pleading with Hana.

"Argh. I don't give a shit. Want you hanged, slashed, whipped or chopped like ground meat by them. I still don't want to wear that shirt!" Hana threw out her leg held by her servant.

"Huhuhu, Miss, I beg of you. Don't do that to me. I don't want to die yet. I haven't mated with anyone from the bodyguards of the handsome wolves in this kingdom!" Bezial roared even louder. As if it will not stop, if its will is not followed.

"Argghhhh! Inconveniencing. ELIOTTTT WHERE ARE YOU?? IF YOU'RE NOT HERE IN A SECOND. DON'T EXPECT TONIGHT YOU'LL GET A RATION FROM ME!! " hana's scream echoed. Bezial saw his anger.

And not for a second were they in front of Hana.