The Pawned Stud
chapter 17

With nervous trembling hands, Hans tried to help Miranda to change her fancy dress.

Hans also felt intimidated by the horrible gaze of his wife who was sitting in a wheelchair with a flat face.

One by one the buttons on the back of his wife's black dress came loose, Hans increasingly feeling nervousness, looking at his wife's smooth back.

The man gulped his saliva roughly, until Miranda published a cynical smile, hearing her husband's gulp.

Shaky hands, Hans, accidentally touched the surface of his wife's delicate and tender skin. It made the man freeze for a moment.

"I thought you weren't the real man." Miranda's words, able to make Hans more frozen. His hand that wanted to continue, to help his wife now hung and his face looks pias.

"He wouldn't dare touch me" Miranda continued and instantly turned his back and looked at Hans's paled face.

"He's a coward" Miranda spoke again.

"The man who will not be able to accept this matchmaking," Miranda concluded with a slanted smile.

"So tell me, are you twins?" Miranda was highlighting her husband. The woman looked down at Hans who had dared to cheat.

"You look, you still need to learn a lot to do sneaky things" Miranda said.

"You forget, wearing eye lenses. All I know is that the man has a blue net, and you're so dark" Miranda revealed Hans' carelessness.

Hans could only be speechless with a pale face of confusion. He was so shocked to see his wife's researching talent.

He also cursed himself who was careless. True said the waiter — Pen, this woman is very thorough. The slightest thing did not escape, from the gaze of his love.

Miranda pushed a little wheelchair over the chair to better scan her husband.

"So tell me, are you twins?" Miranda repeated her question.

Hans looks misbehaved and misbehaving. His face was already soaked with cold sweat. Her pale face was able to make Miranda smile.

Just this time he saw, the figure of a weak loser-like man standing before him with a pale face.

"What did you say? I don't understand" said Hans in a trembling voice of fear and nervousness.

Miranda re-published a smile, looking at her husband's nervous face. It was not why he married this weak man in front of him. He'll have fun with her.

"You want to brag to me?" Miranda said, pointing a gun at him.

Hans again grew more and more frightened, suddenly his body fell onto the floor in a kneeling position.

"I just want to make them regret, already insulting me by using their payment money," Hans explained with a face so scared.

Miranda fell silent, hearing her husband's explanation. He also curls curious.

"How much do they give and what is your purpose." The woman now pushed on her wheelchair and tried to open her dress in front of her husband's eyes.

Hans reflexively, closing both his eyes with a nervous face, again Miranda enjoyed the silly face of the man in front of her.

"They gave me a lot" Hans jolted with a misguided face.

"You'll get more, if you're honest with their plans" Miranda said. Which he is now wearing only in a pair.

"I don't know what you mean. But I was only directed to do it right according to the character of the comatose man," Hans explained, now he turned his body around while taking his pajama suit to his wife

"Koma?! Miranda asked confusedly.

"Yes, he's a coma guy. I was also so shocked to see his face being so similar to mine," Hans explained back.

Miranda put on her clothes and published a slanted smile.

"What are you planning." Miranda.

She now looked at her husband's burly back with a fixed look.

"Let me down!" Miranda Command.

Hans turned his back and approached his wife, who was already wearing his clothes.

Despite being nervous, Hans tried to ignore him. He now carried his wife's tiny body and laid her on the bed.

While Miranda still faithfully enjoyed her husband's good looks from close range, she could also breathe her husband's masculine fragrance, which could make her so calm.

"Where are you going?" The woman's jolt, halting Hans's footsteps who was about to walk towards the sofa.

"I'll be not on the couch" Hans said.

"Who told you to!" Said Miranda in a gripping tone.

"Come on!" His request, orders Hans to approach him.