The Pawned Stud
chapter 45

"Carlos, release! It's really sick." Rosella who was dragged violently by her husband kept begging to be let go. Yet this tall man in front of him paid no heed to his request.

He was dragged like a pet that was loose. It even became the center of attention of the servants who were in the Rosella Mansion itself.

"Bugh." A strong thumping sound was heard, following the sound of groans of pain also a soft sigh. Rosella could only shed tears, when she was thrown firmly on the floor by Carlos. Made his forehead hit by ceramics and bruised his forehead.

Carlos himself now ruffled his waist in front of his wife who was limp on the floor. The tall man's gaze was so unsettling, as if he wanted to tear the entire body of the wife.

"Akh, let Carlos go, this really hurts!" Pinta Rosella with her face covered with pain from her husband's hand pulling her back hair.

Rosella looked up and looked at her husband's red eyes. He knows now Carlos is angry with him and already Rosella makes sure he will get physical and mental punishment.

"You dare play naughty behind my back, honey? You secretly following that loser guy? You still expecting it? Is my touch every night not enough to satisfy you, hum?" Carlos is now speaking right in front of his wife's face in a soft voice but sounds terrible in the ear, Rosella.

The woman could only shed tears while shaking her head. Resisting pain in the back of the head that seemed as if all his hair was interested.

"You want to be a cheap woman now? What punishment I've been given all this time isn't enough, huh!" Bluffing Carlos loudly in front of Rosella's face, the man even pushed the back of his wife's head back on the floor.

"Carlos, I beg you to forgive me, this is all just a misunderstanding," Rosella asked in a hiccuping voice with a messy look on her face.

"Shut up! Plaque!" Instead of letting go of his wife, Carlos even slapped Rosella in the face so forcefully. Making the woman's face turn red and the corners of her lips hurt.

Rosella could only cry in silence, yelling and begging was useless.

Having a husband who has a rough temperament like Carlos makes Rosella's days so sad. There was not a single sidelines Oun on his body there were bruises. Maybe 90 percent of his body is violent, Carlos.

Not to mention that she had to get an inner wound, where she had to hear the contempt also from her husband's mouth.

What makes Rosella even more hurt is the stupid attitude of daddy and mom. She blames him and considers him a woman who must always submit to her husband.

Back in the weak body Rosella is dragged roughly by Carlos into the room. Rosella could only shut up and leave. Because after this he would definitely get the punishment that most devastated him and consider himself a cheap woman.

While Hans and Miranda had already arrived at their private residence. This time it was another much different woman's life that women had experienced before.

Where a man so lovingly treats his wife.

This woman is so united by the figure of an unpretentious and meek man is also loving.

If the woman before continues to shed tears of sadness, then this one continues to spread a happy smile. She was so loved by her own husband.

Sweetness, caring, romantic and affection, continued to be bestowed by her husband. It was as if he did not want this happiness to pass him by. What a man who is rarely found in this day and age.

"Dear!" Call gently makes Miranda's daydreams crumble. What a gentle voice her husband is able to warm her heart and soul.

Miranda who was sitting in a wheelchair while facing the window of their room, turned around. Her chest rippled strangely, when she saw the appearance of her husband that really made the other side of her hooked.

"You want something? A hum? Hans was now crouching in front of his wife with a fresh appearance. She had just finished her bath and was wearing a towel that covered her lower body.

"I want you," Miranda parroted as she continued to look at her husband's handsome face.

"You said something?" Hans's touch, tidying up Miranda's hair covering one of her cheeks.

Hans just smiled, he peeked at his wife's cheek before getting up and walking towards the changing room.

"Wait here, I'll put on my clothes first" said Hans, wiping the top of his wife's head and once again dying of a kiss there.

Miranda could only close her eyes, feeling the warmth of her husband's affectionate kiss.

"Oh my God, she's so sweet. I'm falling more and more in love with her" muttered Miranda whose face had met red. Feel the happiness that he has never felt and gained.

"A glass of tomato juice for my beloved woman!" Hans now put down a glass of juice requested by his wife, the man then sat down next to Miranda who was now enjoying the juice made by Hans.

The two are now in the family room, enjoying being together by joking and joking. Miranda did not even stop hugging Hans' burly body. She loved being in the warm arms of her husband.

"Darling!" Hans exclaimed above the top of Miranda's head.

"Hum, you want to say something?" Miranda said, looking up at her head, her position was now curled up in her husband's arms.

Hans smiled, bringing his face closer above Miranda's, playing his nose on her nose, the man also kissed Miranda's forehead.

"I just wanted to tell you something, because I just remembered it. Maybe tomorrow I'll be on a business trip for the next few days" Hans said, noticing a change in the look of his wife's surprised face.

"Go?! Miranda sounded squeaking, her embrace stretching. She was suddenly in a daze when she heard her husband was leaving.

"Hum, there's something I'm going to finish," Hans interrupted, who immediately pulled his wife's body back into his arms.

"Do you have to?" Miranda asked with both eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Hum, I'm just going for a minute. If you mind, I won't go" said Hans, wiping a tear that fell on the tail of his wife's eyelid.

Miranda fell silent, she slipped her face into her husband's chest, thinking of something else that her husband would certainly experience.

Miranda is convinced that this must be Rolex's scheming to make her husband burdened again.

"Well, I'm not leaving!" Excited Hans suddenly, who thought his wife objected he went far away.

"I don't mind you leaving, as long as I come with you," Miranda slid back in her face looking at her husband.

"You seriously want to come with me?" Hans's touch was incredulous.

"Hum, have you forgotten that I can't get away from you now" said Miranda, who now has her hands around Hans' neck.

Hans just smiled as he nodded, then the man stood up and walked towards their room with a happy laugh.

While Rosella can only shed tears with a very sad state on the bed. She cursed the depraved deeds of her husband who is now sleeping soundly after being content to destroy her feelings.

Miranda could only remember the end of the pillow while crying stifled, both hands clenched tightly with vengeful gazes.

Desire to end his suffering by letting his life go for good. Than he continues to suffer and be hurt.