My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 15: THE WEDDING?
Marriage usually brings a warm and happy feeling to every couple, but not with Naomi and Adrian. The marriage took place in a simple manner and was attended by few witnesses. Even Adrian did not involve his extended family on that important day.
For Naomi, marrying Adrian Marx is like being trapped in a dead-end maze. There's only a winding road with no way out. The arrogant and forced man managed to tie him up with a chain called debt. The only thing favorable to Naomi is, Adrian's guarantee to protect her from Ken.
As for Adrian, marrying Naomi is like getting an arrow. Sharp and fast-moving, which will destroy the enemy in one shot.
It should have been spent tonight with Adrian alone with Naomi, but quite the opposite. After pledging a sacred promise to protect and protect Naomi, Adrian instead spends his time in a nightlife.
“Master, you've been drinking a lot. Don't you want to go home first? You can drink again tomorrow,” persuaded Bruno when he realized Adrian's body began to look, and his eyes are glazed. He shifted the glass his master used to the corner of the table. Makes Adrian's body sag to grab the thing.
“Hey, what are you doing? Why so chatty tonight?” Adrian's hand reached out to grab his drink glass. He swiped in front of the female servant who was sitting by his side. “From on annoying, it is better to come drink,” bargain to Bruno.
“No, Sir!” reject Bruno fast. “If I get drunk who will take you home?”
“Master'll be able to spend the night in this place. I am ready to accompany,” said a woman dressed openly. His seat moved closer.
Seeing that, Bruno did not stay silent. It can be dangerous if the master to spend the night with just any woman. Naomi might actually kick it.
“Do not try to seduce him. Mr. Marx is married. Go there!” bruno said without further ado.
Hearing Bruno's frontal speech, the woman could only pursed her lips, before finally stepping away.
“Master, let's go home. Don't you have any pity for Miss Naomi? She's alone in the apartment.” Bruno once again tried to persuade.
“Naomi?” adrian mumbling.
“Iya, Sir. It's your bridal night. You should have enjoyed this beautiful night with—” The long sentence was then cut when Bruno found Adrian had dropped his head on the table.
“Hufft after drinking a lot, he fell asleep instead. Just added my job.”
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The night was almost late when Adrian arrived at his luxurious residence. Bruno clutched his body and sat down on the sofa. Almost he fell over holding Adrian's heavy body.
"It's exhausting. It felt like my waist was about to break bringing master from downstairs," his grunts as he massaged his waist.
Bruno's attention was finally distracted by the newly opened room door. Looks like Naomi just got out of there.
"Good night, Miss!"
"Good night" replied Naomi, then looked at the grown man who had officially become her husband this morning. Adrian's position now is enough to explain what happened. “What is he drunk?”
Bruno carried Adrian's body back, then laid him in bed. What an uphill battle.
"Miss Naomi, I'm sorry. It's already night." Bruno bowed his head respectfully.
"Okay, thank you."
After Bruno's departure, Naomi looked at Adrian lying in bed. Help take off the shoes.
“I'll get back to you, Haylea!” adrian muttered with a heavy voice.
Naomi highlighted Adrian questioningly and annoyed. The tie wrapped around the neck he pulled until it made Adrian almost suffocated.
"Hehe, he's drunk. Even if I strangle him to death, he won't know. When else can I torture her if not now?"
Adrian's eyelids slowly opened, causing Naomi to jump. The young woman was about to take a thousand steps, but Adrian pulled her up into the air.
"Take me off, sir!" peekik Naomi tried to rebel.
Unfortunately, even though he was drunk, his strength was still far less than Adrian. Naomi could not even break free from Adrian's grip.
"Hey, what are you doing? Why pull my clothes? Let go, Mr Adrian!"
"Sttt!" Adrian puts his index finger in front of Naomi's lips. "Do you know, I love you so much!" whispered.
The deg!
Naomi's body was trembling. His heart is beating very fast. He looked at the pair of eyes above him.
"Russia ...."
The deg!
The deg!
The deg!
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