The Pawned Stud
chapter 25

"I'm sorry, if you're bothered by the attitude of both my parents." Hans was now in his very simple room.

Miranda's two beautiful eyes, rotating every corner of her husband's room, she only saw a small bed, which could only accommodate one person.

Also in the corner of the room there is a two-door closet that is already dull. Miranda's gaze continued towards the surroundings that nothing made her attractive, other than the pleasant scenery behind the open window.

Miranda tried to push her own wheelchair closer to the window, ignoring Hans' panicked face.

Seeing that the wife was silent without responding to his words, Hans let out a sigh of gratitude. The man saw his wife's ordinary face.

Hans picked something up in a worn-out closet in the corner of the modest room, a tall, strapping man, trying to pick something up among the neat arrangement of his warm clothes.

Hans walked cautiously closer to his arrogant wife, trying to pin the warm clothes on her body with a clumsy feeling.

"Sorry, but the air is so cold. Not good with your condition." Despite his misgivings, Hans ventured to attach a warm shirt on his wife's shoulder.

Miranda was still silent with an unconcerned look, the woman even tucked the clothes into her body, as the cold air in the area, pierced the entire surface of the body's skin.

Hans continued his steps, towards the fireplace that was in that simple room, the man was running to warm the room temperature. Hans is not, it's a rich man who has valuables to just warm his room.

But he was also very sad, seeing his wife who looked unusual with the circumstances in the simple house.

Feeling the warmth behind her back, Miranda turned her head, the almond-eyed woman with the bright blue iris, looking fixedly at her husband.

Hans' handsome face was so very handsome in the heat of the fireplace, making the face red.

The two beautiful eyelids, scanning her husband's burly body, she imagined how warm it was in her husband's arms.

Miranda pushed her wheelchair slowly closer to her husband, without wanting to be denied the woman called her husband.

Hearing the wife's cold voice, Hans turned his head and he immediately got up, seeing the beautiful woman's hands raised upwards.

"Take me!" Pinta Miranda with a flat expression.

Hans smiled faintly as he nodded, he approached his cold wife and began to put one of his hands under his wife's thigh, and the other hand was behind the slender back of — Miranda.

Miranda placed both hands in the niche of her husband's long neck, brought her face closer there, while enjoying the scent of her husband's body that was able to make her calm.

Hans walked up to the single sofa that was in front of the fireplace, carrying his wife's tiny body with ease.

"You must hug until you fall asleep" Hans heard his wife's muttering, which was an order.

Miranda refused to come down from her husband's warm and comfortable arms, asking that Hans embrace her body in a sitting position.

Hans could not resist, for the sake of the peace of his soul than he had to see the fierce face of his wife, he better agree.

Now the sturdy man, sitting himself on the sofa, with Miranda hugging his body so tightly.

Hans was holding the tiny body so soft, his chin was now on his wife's head.

Miranda was like a baby so spoiled in her father's arms.

The woman so enjoyed her husband's warm embrace, as well as a gentle touch on one of his arms.

Hans himself forgot who was in his arms, unknowingly landing a kiss many times on the top of Miranda's head.

Hans recalled remembering his friendship with a former lover who was so loved. Moments full of intimacy is also a romantic atmosphere like today.

But the man regained his senses, as the woman in his arms opened a cold voice.

"Did this moment remind you of something fun?" Miranda, who feels strange about her husband's attitude, tries to find out.

The woman took her face away from Hans' embrace, now her fixed gaze was directed at the husband.

At first glance, Hans' face turned pale, but soon regained control and tried to remain calm. The man knew his wife was so meticulous.

"No! What should I remember? Beautiful moment is far from my life." Hans tried to give a good reason.

But his wife's probing gaze made his heartbeat even tighter.

"I just hugged my wife, so it doesn't matter?" Hans continued his words.

"really?" Miranda brought her face closer to Hans's, so that it was not far away. The two stared at each other with breaths greeting each other on the surface of the skin of the faces of the two.

"Hum, no one will be interested in a poor man like me" Hans denied. Though he has a beautiful love story but it ends sadly.

Miranda pressed her lips closer to her husband's sensual lips, the woman deliberately playing softly over the surface of her husband's lower lip.

"What about Mr Meta's daughter? my husband?" Revealing Miranda over her husband's lips, the woman gave a glimpse of her husband's lips.

Hans' eyes widened, hearing his wife's expression. Where does this woman on her lap know about — Rosella Meta.

Hans was still looking at his wife who was smiling cynically at him. Roughly, Miranda clasped the back of her husband's hair and pushed him forward.

Until her lips met, Miranda kissed, even sipping her husband's lower lip so gently. The woman looked amateurish, it was because this was the first thing for her. But the temptation of sensual lips Hans, making his wild soul thrashing want to taste the lips with a reddish color.

Hans was astonished by his wife's action, his body a little tense, but when he felt Miranda's stiff kiss, Hans understood, this was only the first for his wife.

Hans placed one of his palms behind Miranda's head and returned her gentle kiss.

Hans eyes closed, enjoying his wife's soft and sweet cleavage lips. Hans now took a sip on the wife's volumized lower lip, alternating thin upper lip.

Hans did it so gently and soulfully. The hand that had been on his wife's back, now moved up and down gently.

Making something a pleasant swish that Miranda felt, let alone feeling the gentle sip of her man. Also as Hans' tongue warmly caressed the whole cavity of his mouth.

Miranda fell asleep and she began to tighten her arms until their bodies were so attached. The fondling is getting heated up by being equipped with a romantic atmosphere and supportive air.

Their link was released, the two were now racing to set their breath with fused forehead, Hans looked at the beautiful face of the wife whose eyes were closed as well as the breath was wheezing.

The man rubbed the lip of his wife from her second saliva. He also touched his wife's soft lips so full of feeling, making Miranda's eyes that had opened again closed.

"Do I have to help you take a shower?" Hans asked in front of his wife's face that was so red.

Both of Miranda's beautiful eyes opened and Hans was able to enjoy the beauty of both of his wife's irises.

Miranda was still looking at her husband with a gentle gaze, different from before. The woman loved her first experience.

"Do you want to clean yourself up, hum?" Sela Hans, disperse the reverie of his wife who was still loyal to his previous position.

Hans touched his wife's lower lip again and left a brief kiss. I don't know where Hans' courage in doing that presumptuous act came from.

Has he forgotten the cruel and arrogant character of his wife? I don't know, but they seem to enjoy the atmosphere of the cold in the simple home environment.