The Fate of Narendra Women
55. Implied Language

"I brought you dinner."

Helen spoke without question while bringing Iaros dinner with her own hands. Even though Iaros was sitting on the edge of the window, there was no intention of him opening his voice.

"Young Master, please eat your food at least once a day." Earlier this morning, Helen saw the food carriage Iaros brought back with no less than its contents. "Is there any food you want? I'll have the chef prepare it as best I can."

Asked that, Iaros glanced.

The smell of roses tickles, a beautiful face even without excess makeup polish, a rather open outfit with the impression he wants to sleep ....

Iaros just fucked Kamila but he's not stupid.

"I hate implied language." Iaros pulled Helen's arm until their faces intersected. "Tell me what you want, my wife."

Helen's expression was just flat and empty. "You're asking for this vacation for the honeymoon."

"Then?" Iaros already knew.

"Do you intend to sit still? I'm just wondering if you—"

"I recognize your face." Iaros stroked the woman's cheek. "What's wrong, my wife? Your face is full of sadness. Is there a special feeling you expect from me?"

Helen pressed her jaw down before venturing back into Iaros's arm. For a moment, Helen swallowed. Honestly, Helen was confused why she suddenly became emotional like this.

Narendra's wife is a robot. If not loved first, they will never understand what love is.

Then why ... Helen was starting to feel fed up with Iaros' cold attitude?

"Please stop thinking about Miss Kamila." Helen held Iaros' arm tightly. "Please stop ignoring me behind you. Please." Please."

"...."

It's Kamila at the end, isn't it?

Helen drew her hand from Iaros. He knew he didn't want to hurt the woman he loved.

I'd better go back and work. Helen pulls out the kimono that she had deliberately lowered, only ordering briefly for Iaros to eat.

On the edge of the window, Iaros deliberately kept silent to look further at Helen's expression. Unexpectedly, he who must have been slammed by a trainer on the farm, looked so lonely and alone.

"My wife." Iaros stopped before Helen opened the door. "Cabin."

He came according to the words of Iaros. "Is there anything else you need?"

Iaros pulled his waist, it only took one blink of an eye to unite their lips.

...*...

The face Iaros saw after opening his eyes was not Helen, but Demeter's.

"Hello, Brother."

Iaros frowned by the sunlight. Waking up with a half-naked body, Helen disappears from the room. "Where's my wife?"

"Hm? I don't know. He just left and I'm not interested in asking."

Iaros. Take a glass of fresh drink on the table that might be provided for her by Helen.

"Do you know where Maria is?"

His sister chuckles meaningfully. "If I help Brother skin Maria, what do I get?"

"Isn't answering a must for sister to her brother? Where does Aether keep Mary?"

"It wasn't Aether's sister who was holding Maria. It was held by Hera."

Iaros knew always that woman was behind him.

When Iaros's mind was filled with the urge to torture Mary, Demeter suddenly came. Get his body to turn around.

"So don't know there's nothing you can fool in this place, right?" The girl stroked the corner of her lips. "What are you planning?"

Iaros remained silent, but he promised to show it soon.

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