The Pawned Stud
chapter 30
Hans and Miranda had already arrived in front of the simple house, both of them walking as Hans continued to tell about many things.
Miranda comforted her and kept looking at her husband's beautiful face.
Hans even once stole a kiss on the forehead as well as the wife's tiny lips.
The man did not seem to mind holding his wife, he even looks so easy to carry his wife's tiny body. Until they now arrived at the door and Hans' laughter sounded loose and crisp, when he saw the adorable face of the wife.
The man's laughter and tender treatment towards the woman in his carrier, left a woman so hurt.
The woman who had witnessed Hans so privileged the figure of the woman he carried easily and the man's face was so happy.
For some reason the woman, who was sitting in a simple chair owned by the Hans family, was injured and refused to treat the man to his own wife.
He was married and he was the first to hurt the man's feelings.
Hans entered the house, but stopped when he heard the aunt's greeting.
"Hans!" Aunt Liliana.
Hans turned to the side and at once the man was stunned with a shocked face, looking at the figure of the woman who was now with the aunt.
Hans almost dropped his wife's tiny body, too shocked to see her past woman now in front of him.
Luckily, Hans was still able to control himself as well as his feelings. The man immediately looked at Miranda's astonished face.
"Sorry" whispered Hans and kissed his wife on the forehead.
Ignoring the calls of his aunt and the woman of his past, Hans prefers to bring his wife into the room.
Making Rosella shed tears at the indifference of the man who until now still occupies her heart.
Miranda herself could see her husband and the wnqita had a wonderful past. It was because Miranda could see the woman's gaze towards her husband.
And Miranda can guess, that woman is the ex-lover of the husband.
"Is she that woman?" Miranda asked in a firm voice.
Miranda was not, a woman figure who easily harbored feelings that stuck in her heart. He would give off a feeling that would torment him.
Hearing the wife's question, Hans, who handed over a glass of water to his wife, looked closely at the woman before him, then the man nodded his head with a look he immediately turned to the side.
Seeing that, Miranda became hot. The look on his face did not like the woman to be here.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you have met him?" Sarkas Miranda with a thin tone.
Hearing Miranda's words, Hans smiled widely. The man lies next to his wife without cleaning himself first.
Hans put his head on the lap of the wife, looking at the careless face of his wife.
Now the man grabbed one of his wife's palms and then kissed her many times.
"I shouldn't have, found him and let you here by yourself. Don't I have more right to prioritize you? My wife? I have more right to be with you than with a woman who has only a story of the past." Hans's expression, made Miranda touched. The woman looked at her husband's face with relief. But she also had to be wary of the woman's past figure of her husband.
"Now, you wait here. I'm going to clean up first" said Hans, who immediately got up and before that, the man kissed a glimpse of his wife's lips.
Miranda only smiled faintly, seeing the still and pleasing manner of the husband. But the smile dimmed, as he recalled the figure of the woman out there.
"I won't let you snatch my husband," said Miranda with a sharp look.
The woman immediately contacted someone across the street to do one thing that would make Rosella leave her husband's modest residence.
The woman will not let anyone interfere with her relationship with her husband. Miranda will not let Hans fall back to the woman of her past.
"No, Hans is just my husband and mine," Miranda muttered with a sharp look towards the bedroom door.
Moreover, hearing the voice of the laughter of the aunt with the woman of her husband's past. Making a rumble inside Miranda's bloodstream boil.