The Married To Fierce Boss
Part 7's

Agathias just returned to Loralei's apartment at night. I don't know what he's been doing all day until his face looks wrinkled. However, the body-wrapped clothes had been changed, unlike when he left.

The man was able to open the door because yesterday he saw when Loralei punched the pin number. So, it's nothing to peek at his own wife's.

The atmosphere had been quiet, it turned out that it was twelve at night while looking at the clock on the phone screen. Agathias quickly went into the room, making sure his wife was inside or not.

It turned out that Loralei was already sound under the blanket. The woman is like getting the luckiest day because a full day does not get phone terrors from her boss.

Agathias is not disturbing. He put down a backpack containing some clothes to sleep in tonight and change tomorrow, not carrying much because he did not plan to stay in Loralei's apartment for a long time.

Take a shower for a while because all day activities outside. After changing into casual clothes, Agathias came to the bed and just went under the same blanket as his wife. Placing themselves right behind the woman's back, hugging with their distance that is not there alias very deflated.

Agathias was only intending to take a break, there was no intention to disturb Loralei's sleep. However, the woman clearly immediately blinked her eyes as she was used to being on twenty-four hours of standby. So, if you feel there is movement when you sleep, you must immediately wake up.

Loralei could feel that a hand had slipped into the back of his shirt. “Master, can condition your hands? Please don't hold onto my assets.” He patted something that felt burly, warm, and very soft finger movements.

“What's really why? I'm your husband.” Agathias did not stop his rampage. After all just rubbing it as a sleep conductor.

Loralei is a type of woman who cannot get angry until the muscles in the neck arise. He better give up than an emotion. All because the soul is submissive and too often asked to make it personal like that.

“If it's out of office, I'm your husband, no need formal.” Agathias stopped the movement of his fingers. However, he turned Loralei's body to face him even though his two eyelids were closed, but could feel that the woman's head was right on the neck to her chest. “I have no intention of interrupting, I'm tired of wanting to sleep.”

Loralei actually felt strange if her husband—ralat, her fierce boss was not angry. It is like seeing a stranger.

The woman did not return the embrace, only Agathias held her, more precisely forcing Loralei into the warm body of the man. The position of the ear that is very close to the heart so that it can listen to rhythmic pulses is not the same as it.

“You okay? Did you just come home from sports?” ask Loralei. Okay, that's not a wife's concern for her husband. But, that's how his habit when he became a secretary is also required to care about his fierce boss. So, it's a habit.

“Already, just sleep, no need to ask a lot if you don't want to end up naked.” Agathias drew his wife's hand to circle her body as well.

Loralei rotated the eyeball. That's the boss, the forger. She had no intention of hugging, but ended up like that as well. When will he be his wife? The question passed through the heart. It seems like it needs to be questioned about that.