The Devil Husband's
CHAPTER 6. YOU FIRED!

Tiger brushed off the hands of the woman who kept teasing him. In three large gulps, he swallowed the wine in a small crystal glass. The two women blocked his sight.

Slowly he lit a cigarette, exhaling it violently into the air. Suddenly his gaze was straight ahead when he heard the shriek of the woman he was so familiar with.

His eyeballs rolled upward, until the gray bead caught the wife who was being forced to sit on another man's lap. As soon as his blood boiled, his chest was taut like a drum about war. Both of his hands clenched tightly.

"Bad!" the man then suddenly stood up.

The two women who were with him were shocked and their bodies slammed into the back of the sofa. Tiger stared nyalang with a rough roaring breath.

His feet were wide and firm. His emotions were blowing up the crown. Tiger concentrated strength on his elbow then struck the back of the young man in front of him.

"Aarghh!" The young man who teased Jihan groaned in pain as he touched her back.

"What the fuck?!" The fellow man stood up not to accept.

Jihan moved quickly, she fell down and crawled on the floor with a body that trembled violently. His knees seemed weak, he sat curled up on the edge of the room, tightly hugging his own body while crying sobbing.

Without answering, Tiger pulled the collar of the man he was after with both hands. Staring at him was giddy and his face was flushed with emotion.

"Never bother him!" his his hisses emphasized every word spoken.

"Hey! What right do you have to forbid it?" challenge the young man.

A cold grin reappeared on Tiger's face. His hand gripped the man's neck until he had trouble breathing. And ....

"MORTH!"

Tiger's fist darted swiftly and powerfully at his cheekbones. Still unsatisfied, he again resolved his anger through his slash.

"Al!" his partner shouted in panic and floated a bogem right at the corner of Tiger's lips to make the burly man retreated.

His grip slipped, he rubbed the flowing blood. His eyes grew sharper like a knife ready to tear its prey apart. Seeing the boss's infighting, the guards immediately ran around and secured the two young men.

"Master! You all right?" One of his men approached.

Tiger raised his hand, as a gesture he was fine. Soon he turned around to look for Jihan's whereabouts. The woman was still frightened. His head was between his knees.

His long legs stepped over to Jihan, crouched down and held her body to her neck and legs. Jihan jumped in shock, her head hit Tiger's hard chin.

"Deliver! Unhand me!" jehan squealed while beating the chest of Tiger's field. His body continued to move to escape the cruel man's embrace.

But the blow of his hand was not felt at all for Tiger. His face was still the same, haughty, hardened and also looked flushed still giving off anger. He walked out with Jihan in his tight embrace.

"Huh? That waitress has something to do with Lord Tiger?" ask Maya to her partner. The comfort woman who had seduced the man, but was ignored.

"Well, not really. Master rejected us and instead chose a cheap servant like him!" sahut Cika responds to Maya's question.

"We're beaten up by the waiter anyway, Miss? Oh, no really!" maya's grumbling is upset. He did not accept the treatment of his servant man, instead preferring a servant.

"We have to make something!" Cika expressed her opinion. The two nodded and smiled with a grin while staring at Tiger's departure with his sports car, accompanied by Jihan.

Not waiting long, the car stopped right in the courtyard of his private house. He immediately went down and switched to the other side of the car. Jihan was still lowered with sobs still heard. He no longer had the strength to fight when Tiger carried him into the house.

The guards bowed respectfully as they opened the door. They also ran to open the door. Because every night, there's only a guard without a housekeeper.

Without speaking anything, Tiger stepped in calmly and then laid Jihan's body on the bed. Opening the heels that had been attached to his soft legs, then exhaling heavily.

"Enough! Don't touch me!" jehan's squeals pulled the leg quickly. His breath is still running. He stared warily at Tiger as he pulled the blanket over his chest.

Tiger ruffled his waist, he stared no less sharply than Jihan's sad bead. "You!" point it with the chin. "Never leave the house without my permission!" it snapped so hard that it made Jihan aghast.

His eyes crept slowly, and Jihan sat down forcibly, though weak and feeble. He swallowed his saliva heavily, leaning his back still pulling a thick blanket up to his neck.

"I have a big responsibility. For my life and my son!" wash it with teary eyes.

"How dare you argue with me?!" berang Tiger was getting angry because Jihan did not want to obey him.

"Then what do you want? Should I stay home without doing anything? Hey, I'm not the queen who just flicked a finger and then everybody bowed and gave me what I wanted!" yell Jehan fight back.

Her tear dam broke into defense. Both her cheeks were wet. He rubbed it rough. "I must continue to work, with or without your consent!"

Tiger was getting angry. "Well!" his screams kicked the nightstand to make Jihan the fastest. "From today on you I fired!" he pointed at Jihan's face.

The woman smiled bitterly, then laughed out loud. "Haha! Well, with pleasure," he said with a twinkle full of hatred, then lay his body on the bed pulling the blanket to the tip of the head.

His mind was raging, he smiled as he imagined his heart even though his tears kept speeding up quickly. Both of his arms tightly hugged his flat stomach occasionally rubbing gently. Not caring about Tiger who was still shouting like a man of doom, forbade his wife to go out of the house.

Moments later, a phone call rang from the top of the nightstand. Jihan sniffed, she immediately woke up looking for the whereabouts of the phone. His eyes twinkled, hurriedly he was about to grab the flat object. Tiger grabbed him so quickly.

"Hey! That's my phone!" yelled Jihan down from the bed and tried to snatch her.

Tiger raised his hand high. Jihan had trouble grabbing it. "Give Tiger back! Someone's calling!" yang Jihan raised one arm upwards. The other hand squeezed the edge of the shirt the man was wearing.

Tiger lowered his gaze. Their distance was so close, he stared fixedly at the woman. There was a subtle sigh that crept through his bloodstream. His breath was rough. His tall body was hard for Jihan to reach.

"Please give me my phone, Tiger!" yell Jihan again.

"No!" firmly the man then looked up to read the name of the caller listed there. His eyes narrowed, "Khansa," Tiger muttered again dropping his gaze on Jihan. The woman glared.

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