The Bodyguard's
Hot Dinners

“How is this? Nothing yet I've made trouble for you, Carlo.” Miabella took a slow breath.

“It's not your fault, Cara mia! I never knew those people either,” Carlo said as he snorted in annoyance. “Seenaknya they just came in here and said silliness like earlier!” his gerrick.

“Actually the two of them have long been affiliated with our clan, Young Master,” Igor said after a long silence. “As mr. Stefan said. Many of the elders of the Romanov Clan became advisers and colleagues of Mr. Nikolai" he explained.

“Then, where were they when my husband and my two children were slaughtered, Igor? Where were they when I lived in seclusion?” fabiola's lizard who couldn't help but feel his disappointment.

“They prefer to play it safe, Madam. They pretended to submit under Viktor's rule, until the time came when the young master returned and seized all his possessions, ” Igor politely replied.

“From there alone I can make judgments, as smart as they are. The Romanovs never really supported us, Igor. Had we lost the war against Viktor, I'm not sure if they would have helped let alone provided protection!” charlo's powerless timpal hid his sense of regret.

“Klan Romanov will definitely take care of anyone who is profitable for them,” Fabiola continued. “I also don't want to deal with two-faced people like that!” his mouth folded his hands on his chest.

Moments later, the middle-aged woman's attention shifted to the restless-looking Miabella. “Don't worry, Son. I will always support Carlo's choices. Moreover, you are the daughter of Adriano D’Angelo. He is a very meritorious man in my life and also the life of my son,” said Fabiola smiled gently, then stroked Miabella's delicate cheeks lovingly.

"You are very beautiful and also brave. My son is not wrong in choosing you as his companion. However, I suggest that you immediately inaugurate the marriage that has been done earlier in accordance with our tradition. That way, no one would dare to harass me to the point of making it a political excuse to attack my son's position" Fabiola suggested. He then warmed Miabella's forehead.

Seeing that, Carlo's feelings became greatly relieved. The mother accepted her choice of heart. “Good. I think you're all tired. We'd better get some rest.” Carlo disbanded the line of servants, not least Igor who had now become his advisor and confidant in addition to Grigori who spent more time in Italy.

“I hope after this you can be much more careful, Sir. Do not underestimate the Romanov Clan,” Igor's advice reminded before passing away leaving the hall.

“Yes, I'll take a look at that. Thank you, Igor,” reply Carlo while patting the middle-aged man's shoulder earlier. “You too, Mom. Rest.” The handsome blue-eyed man then turned to Fabiola.

“Actually I'm not so tired. However, I will still go to the room and let you both enjoy the moments together.” Fabiola smiled meaningfully at Carlo and also Miabella. “Once again I congratulate you on your marriage.” The woman, who always looked elegant, hugged Carlo and Miabella in turn, before peeping back on the two lovebirds' eyebrows.

After Fabiola died, Carlo immediately took Miabella to his room on the second floor of the Red Wolf Palace. While walking along every part of it, Miabella continues to sweep the view on the architectural beauty of the magnificent building.

"My mom likes you, Cara mia. I had expected that," said Carlo as he led the young girl who had now officially become his wife, up the steps of the stairs with a design swerving around a large pillar that looked very sturdy.

"How can you be so sure?" Miabella glanced at Carlo for a moment.

"Because I know you both" said Carlo, lifting Miabella's body on his left shoulder.

"Hey!" Miabella shrieked softly from overwhelming shock. While Carlo only laughed crisply while continuing to carry her until he arrived at the door of the room.

After entering the spacious and luxurious room which was the private room of Carlo, then the man lowered the body of the wife. Miabella returned to her eyes. "This is your room?" tanyakanya.

"I can't possibly take you to sleep in my mother's room" Carlo said, clutching Miabella's slender waist. "You know, Cara Mia? It's like a dream to me, when I can hug you again like this." Carlo gently stroked the young woman's long hair.

"I didn't like it when the old maid touched my hair. If we meet again, what if I beat him up?" Miabella raised her eyebrows, then laughed crisply.

"Whatever you want" said Carlo. "You are the daughter of Matteo de Luca who lived in the care of Adriano D'Angelo. Now, you are the wife of Karl Volkov. Wow, that's amazing. All girls want to be you" said Carlo, ending with a joke.

"You don't like parties, my dear," Carlo interrupted with a calm smile. "Did I make you lose concentration?" goda.

"You're overconfident" said Miabella, turning her back and taking off the leather jacket she was wearing. "I want to take a shower" he said, turning to Carlo, who was still watching.

"I will accompany you" said Carlo, showing the bathroom door to the beautiful ruler of his heart.

"I can shower myself" refused Miabella. He rushed in there.

"Make sure you ...." Carlo could not continue his words, as Miabella had already closed the door. The man also let out a short breath while slowly clucking.

Soon, the door opened again. "Can you show me where the towel is?" Miabella's head poked out from behind the wall of the baffle, with hair that looked a bit wet.

"I'll show you gladly" Carlo said as he entered.

Without feeling the night is getting late. The atmosphere inside the Red Wolf Palace was already quiet. Most of the dozens of headlights have been extinguished, and replaced with dim yellow outboard lights.

At that moment, Miabella woke up from her sleep. Slowly, he flicked the blanket and got out of bed without any clothes at all. Miabella then grabbed the t-shirt that Carlo had lent her, as the young woman left without a single change of clothes. After putting on a top that was not for the size of a slender woman like her, Miabella then stepped near the door. Just as he touched the handle, a reprimanding sound came from behind. "Where are you going?"

Miabella. It was Carlo who had sat down while bending his legs in front of his body. "Where are you going? Don't tell me you want to escape from here." The man's gaze looked hard to interpret by Miabella.

Miabella smiled as well. "I want to go to the kitchen. My stomach is very hungry" he said, grimacing a little.

"Gosh, I forgot that we haven't had dinner yet," decamped Carlo as he flicked up the blanket. His sturdy posture that was still plain was clearly visible at that time, making Miabella so absorbed in paying attention. None of Carlo's movements escaped the young woman's gray eyes. For him, Fabiola's youngest son was really sexy, including when he put a t-shirt to cover all the perfect sculptures of the athletic body earlier. "Come," asked Carlo who was already in front of Miabella.

However, the brown-haired young lady did not respond. Whether conscious or not, Miabella instead showed a mischievous smile to Carlo who looked astonished.

"Aren't you hungry, Cara Mia?" ask Carlo to make sure.

"was. I guess right now I just want to eat something else," Miabella replied as she looked up, looking straight at the man who had become her husband. The young woman smiled mischievously, as she moved her hands on something from Carlo's body part. This made the owner hold his breath.

Carlo was getting closer, as the soft touch of Miabella's bare hands moved with more agility. While her pretty face looked up even more, when Carlo melted the innocent lip-friendly mat that night somehow she had enjoyed it. However, the sweet relationship will not make them feel bored. A heavy sigh was held back from Carlo's lips, as Miabella lowered her body. The man looked up while closing his eyes, in order to absorb the extraordinary treatment of his beloved wife.

Night continues to crawl presents a quiet atmosphere. When everyone is asleep in their dreams, then another case with the two lovebirds. The two were engrossed in the room, on a rasfur carpet located under a sofa by the window.

Carlo sat comfortably with his legs stretched straight forward while leaning against the sofa. While the head of Miabella was on his lap, dancing beautifully and full of rhythm. The head of the Red Wolf Clan smiled occasionally in satisfaction at the special service. He flicked the young woman's long hair so as not to block the movement, then grasped quite tightly.

"I love you, and love this so much" Carlo half-whispered. He then rubbed off on Miabella's wet lips. Slowly, he laid down the innocent body of the wife. No doubt, the beauty of the white-clad body was also a soft target that he could not possibly miss.

For some time that night, Miabella again felt how powerful an Carlo was, so she forgot the hunger for not having eaten dinner. For him, what he and the man are doing right now is a nutritional intake more than just filling.

The soft-haired raspur carpet had become the holder of every drop of sweat they both.