The Desire of the Cold Militant
The twins who exchanged
"Isn't it weird that the twins switched positions? does Uncle Allzigra know about this?"
Azlan asked as he stared into Nadine's eyeball while his right hand still tightened tightly around Nadine's waist.
The girl had not been able to stop her coughing since.
Uhukkk
Uhukkk
A sense of arrogance lingered in his heart when his throat could not be compromised at all.
"I'm her youngest daughter"
Nadine spoke while trying to find a glass and water around her.
Apparently the man's left hand had already thrust mineral water at him, hurriedly Nadine grabbed him and drank him for some time.
"Sorry sir, I'm the youngest"
Nadine again tried to talk while neutralizing her throat, she put the bottle of mineral water that Azlan gave her on the table.
Hurriedly Nadine tried to remove Azlan's hand from her waist, she tried to retreat back from her original position.
"I don't think it's a good thing when a man touches a woman in a closed place like this"
Hearing Nadine's words, Azlan seemed to release his embrace, the man took a step back from his original position.
Instead of caring about Nadine's words, the man said.
"why did you change the meeting between me and the youngest Hillatop?"
Azlan asked in his flat tone.
"I'm Hillatop's youngest"
Nadine spoke with an expression as calm as possible, she thought she couldn't possibly unmask her at this moment.
"Do I need to tear off your dress this time on purpose? so I can get back to seeing the mark on your back like our first meeting?"
The man spoke while raising the tip of his eyebrows.
"Yes?"
Nadine stared in disbelief at the sharp tongue of the man before her.
He thought it was brave for the men to remember them with their very embarrassing encounter just then.
Nadine said as she stared at the man before her so intensely, she could see how flat and cold her gaze was.
Azlan was clearly a Type Interlocutor with cold eyeballs like a person who wanted to pounce, even as if that gaze was burning full of anger towards the opponent.
People with this kind of gaze usually have personalities that are emotional, irritable, impatient, and stubborn.
This type of man is obviously very difficult to tame, the harder we talk and treat him, the harder people with this type treat us.
"I thought I'd call Uncle Allzigra"
The man took his cell phone and tried to contact his Daddy.
"What?"
Nadine was clearly shocked, she was choked to hear the man's words
In a hurry, Nadine grabbed the phone and said.
"Are you interested in her matchmaking?.I don't think so?"
Nadine asked suddenly in a voice as friendly as possible, she tried to put Azlan's phone on the table in a slow way.
Okay calm Nadine, calm down.
Azlan seemed to be frowning, he was obviously quite dislikeful of anyone trying to regulate his movements.
But because the girl in front of him is considered to have special value, the man tries to neutralize his feelings.
The man then said.
"What makes you so sure that I won't be interested in her matchmaking?"
Azlan asked while raising the tip of his eyebrows.
"Of course I'm sure you won't be interested in my twin brother, freya"
Nadine answered quickly.
"Type of men like you wouldn't match a girl like her"
Nadine continued while trying to keep staring in Azlan's eyeballs for some time.
For a moment he thought why he felt like he was no stranger to those eyes.