The Love of the Racer
He's my Wife Candidate

The delicious aroma of fried cheese balls, oat cereal, potato rosti, pancakes, and egg bread burrows lurks into the sense of smell. Stirring hunger in a rumbling stomach. Urge the desire of the tongue to immediately eat processed.

Monica took off her apron and attached it to the head of the dining table chair. Both hands ruffled the waist while printing a smile. His pair of almond eyes seemed to scan the table of the box that was already fully filled with breakfast menu.

"I felt full first to see all this food. How much will it run out?" Monica grunts amusedly. Actually, all the food is not he who cooks. The woman is only in charge of arranging it on the table and washing the recently used kitchen utensils.

The cute-faced woman shifted her attention towards the door of Jesslyn's still-closed room. "Have the two men not fought yet? Let's not say they're sosor each other right now." He giggled in shame at what Jeaven and Jesslyn were doing in there. A moment of envy also tickled his heart.

Yes .. however he also wants to be accompanied by a man. A dashing figure who is responsible and always gives chest and shoulders to him.

"Haah .. I think I should open my heart to another man. Reymond, Charles, Chris, Alen, Barnard, and Axel. Hm ... Which one of them should I choose?" Monica thought for a moment, fondling which man should be accepted as her lover.

Suddenly, he seemed to take a deep breath. "Why did they have to shoot me like an ant? I'm getting confused! And there I feel like I've been overrun by a herd of stud beetles!" Grunts out of frustration.

In order to neutralize her agitated mind, Monica stabbed a piece of pancake with a fork and then devoured it violently. "Woah .. This is so good. Even better than I made." He continued to bite off the rest of the pancake pieces with a twinkle of praising face.

The clanking of the doorbell instantly startled Monica who was busy chewing her breakfast. "Who came so early?" He grumbled as his feet stepped lazily towards the door.

Without checking who came through the door bell camera first he immediately pulled the door handle. And this kind of habit is also in Jesslyn. Come to think of it for what safety devices are installed if the edges are not used?

Fuck up!

Monica slightly gasped when she found out that Bryan was standing at the door. Mimik is not happy to rise immediately along with the heart beat that is timid. Again his mind repeated the memories of the past.

"Hey, good morning," said Bryan with a friendly smile on his face. As much as possible behave normally in front of Monica.

Reluctant to return Bryan's greeting, Monica immediately turned her heels and returned to the dining table, continuing her eating activities that had paused. Although it looks greedy when putting food into the mouth, believe the throat feels heavy to swallow.

In front of the door that was still open Bryan seemed to let out a long sigh. The regret on the chest back made him crumble.

I can get stressed for a long time. Monica's existence really bothered my mind. The look of hatred and the look on his own face made me uneasy.

Not wanting to linger outside, Bryan stepped in past the doorway. He approached the dining table where Monica was focused on her breakfast.

"Jesslyn's not awake yet?" Ask the man to break the awkward atmosphere.

Eat it like a child. Bryan still had a comment in his heart. Honestly she feels funny seeing how Monica eats.

Not yet had time to answer Monica's face suddenly flushed with choking. His hands seemed to press against his neck due to the difficulty of scooping the air.

"Mon, you must be choking." Anxious Bryan immediately took action. "You calm down first and then force yourself to cough."

Monica tried to follow the instructions but could not. Bryan tried another alternative by patting the woman on the back and the results were still the same. It seemed like the food eaten completely blocked the respiratory tract around his throat.

Seeing one life could be threatened Bryan immediately invited Monica to stand and then take a position behind him with both arms around the woman's stomach. The man clenched his palms and then gave a push right in the heart between the navel and the ribs.

This technique is also known as the heimlich maneuver.

Until the fifth push Monica finally managed to cough up the food that clogged her throat. He was able to breathe again even though limp was still felt. The body was invited to lean resignedly on Bryan's chest which was behind him.

"Other meals slow down."

"Ahk! Pain ...!" Monica groaned in pain as she carelessly crashed into the right end of the table.

"Be careful, Monica. What's the matter with you?" Bryan said again after successfully catching the tiny body of the woman who almost fell.

The atmosphere turned silent as the two windows of the heart intertwined. There has not been one tongue of those who intend to take off the oral. Only the heartbeats sound intertwined.

So pretty. Why did I just realize it? We used to go together often. In his heart Bryan began to admire.

Monica is at war with her feelings. No. gabe. I don't want to get back in shape. Remember Monica, this man killed your future son.

Plaque!

"Crazy bastard! How dare you kiss me?!" Sarcas Monica slightly held back her tone in order not to create an uproar. He was very surprised to receive an impromptu attack on his lips.

"Sorry, I have no intention of harassing you. There is a pancake topping left on your lips so I intend to clean it," Bryan said, cursing himself.

The reason is impressed. But that's his fame. The trace of whipped cream on the corner of Monica's lips seemed to seduce her desire. Until he was tempted and unconsciously did something that had never been thought of before.

"Not sane!" Read Monica back and repeatedly rub her lips rough with a tissue, hoping that Bryan's kiss marks will soon be erased.

"Your lips can get hurt, Mon." I don't know why Bryan would feel displeased if the woman was hurt. The feeling suddenly came without being asked.

"It's none of your business!"

"Stop. Don't do that. Sorry, I won't do it again." Bryan pulled Monica's hand to stop rubbing her reddened lips.

"Bryan, Monica? What are you guys doing?" Jesslyn's soft voice instantly stopped the debate between Bryan and Monica. The two of them stretched the distance away a little.

"Jess? Ah, I was just choking and Bryan was just helping me" Monica said, as calm as possible as she was nervous.

"You're not fighting anymore, are you?" Jesslyn threw a probing gaze.

"No, no" said Monica quickly.

"Ow thank goodness." Jesslyn changed her attitude to Bryan. "Bryan, I'm glad you came. Today you must be off work so come this early."

"Yes, I did deliberately come early in the morning to check on you. I'm so worried about you" Bryan said with a sweet smile. Although at first glance he seemed to return several times the dislike gaze of Jeaven who was standing gallantly behind Jesslyn.

"You don't have to bother worrying about my future wife."

Jeaven immediately pulled Jesslyn, Bryan, and Monica's faces together.

Haaa? Wife-to-be? Monica's still-foaming mind digested Jeaven's speech.

That's not possible! Bryan's voice cried out in disbelief.

"Oh my God ...! I really want to tie his mouth with a rope! Jesslyn let out a frustrated scream in her heart.

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