Our Last Love's

Our Last Love's
Chapter 12: Small attention


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Hans entered Selena's room with the fruits in his hand. He sat on the side of the bed and kissed Selena's long hair. He patted Selena's cheek gently making the sleeping man wake up.


“Wake up, eat first…"


Selena wakes up helped by Hans. Hans painstakingly feeds Selena, Selena can only take a bribe from Hans with mixed feelings. Was her husband taking the wrong medication? Why did his attitude change once? Or is the cure over?.


“Don't get me wrong, I just did what Ilham” asked said Hans coldly.


Selena bowed her head and poked her lips. Lost his admiration for Hans.


Hans chuckled softly at the look on Selena's face which instantly changed drastically. Lately she likes to tease Selena and make Selena show her upset face which she thinks is very funny.


“No longer want...fun..”.


“New 5 bribes..ayo eat again”


Selena shook her head unwillingly. Hans exhaled and gave a glass of water to Selena. Hans came out to return the bowl and Selena fell asleep.


Hans exhaled to see Selena who was already asleep. He confirmed Selena's sleeping position and turned off the lighted lampu. He sat down next to Selena and stroked Selena's cheek gently.


“You are beautiful and kind, but dear.I don't love you” says Hans.


Hans eyes rolled at Selena's paled tiny lips. The red lips he had always smelled looked so pale now. Hans brought her face closer, kissing Selena's lips gently but she stopped the action as someone opened the door. Damn*n, who would dare bother him again?!.


“Master..”


“What are you doing here? Disturb people only!” ketus Hans was upset.


The man looked down and apologized. If not for urgent matters he would not bother his Master either.


“Master, there are some files you need to sign. Tomorrow Assistant Gerry has to hand her over to the company central”


“Put it there, I'll read it. Exit”


“Good..Goodnight Mr...”.


The man came out and closed the door. Hans rubbed his hair rough, it could be that a boy made him addicted like this. There used to be many women who threw themselves into his arms, but he was not interested in any of them.


But all that changed when a woman came to him showing him a photo of a beautiful and sweet girl made him immediately want to make the girl as his pet. She remembers how Selena looked when she first met him.


Hans exhaled, he married a woman who was 10 years younger than him. He became a Sugar Daddy, somehow it feels awkward to think about it. Maybe if the age difference with the age of Selena is only 4-5 years does not matter.


Hans's eyes looked back at Selena's face.


Hans went straight into the bathroom and poured cold water.


“He's sick Hans! Clear your mind! You idiot!” hans grumbled at himself.


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Tomorrow>


Selena opened her eyes slowly, she looked at Hans who was drinking coffee on the sofa. Was that guy here all night to look after her?.


“Have been satisfied to see it?” flat Hans smiled obliquely.


Selena instantly averted her eyes making a small laugh out of Hans lips. Opened, Alex's doctor came in to bring Selena some porridge and some vitamins.


“Doctor, when can I go home?” great-granddaughter Selena.


“After recovery is surely”


Selena moved her lips to hear Alex's reply. Who doesn't know about that? But he's healed. Why are you still here? He wants to work.


“You must stay here until you recover completely, if you faint again will be troublesome” sneer Hans.


Selena lowered her head to hear Hans say. Hans stands up and exits the room leaving Selena and Alex alone.


“Doctor, really. Let me out, I want to work”


“Cannot Miss...your body is still weak, you overextend yourself”


“Please..” pinta Selena with her puppy eyes.


Doctor Alex exhaled to see the cuteness of Selena, if she had begged until like that she could refuse. Since long ago the level of his strength against funny things - 100%.


“Alright, but after the infusion runs out” said doctor Alex straight out of the room.


Selena stared at her full infusion. It seems like he can't get out of here anytime soon.


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