The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Arogan
Chapter 54: The Bawdy Basis

Laura entered Argon's room slowly. He is still walking with the help because he is still recovering. However, he was reluctant to use a wheelchair, like his parents.

Without much to say, the girl scoured every inch of the room that Argon had been alone in all this time. There is nothing special, except a painting that is none other than his mother.

Laura was speechless staring at the scene in front of her at this moment. Missing, of course. Unknowingly the warm circles gathered in his eye peluk. A second later, however, consciousness seemed to return to her, saying that this was not the right time to reminisce.

"Sit down." Argon pulled out a chair to sit the princess down. Realizing Laura's attitude was still not used to making her also a little awkward.

"Why did you keep this?" asked Laura without further ado.

Argon breathed a heavy sigh. After a long delay in explaining maybe this is the best time for him to reveal everything. "Because she's my wife, and you're my daughter."

"And you left him?" guess Laura glanced cynically.

There was no answer at all coming out of Argon's mouth. Whatever Laura said had a point. She blames herself for Sanca having to fight alone out there without her knowing her condition.

"Coward!"

"You're right, son. I'm just a coward running from responsibility to the woman I love." Argon stopped his sentence for a moment. "I know you're struggling out there. But have you ever been stuck with a debt of gratitude?"

The soft, sweet voice that Argon said did not make Laura sympathize. Yes, he was once indebted, but eventually they betrayed him after he was no longer useful.

"I was looking for you guys. But, the more I find you. Your mother's getting away, she's even willing to move around just to avoid me."

Since childhood Laura has always moved. If she asks the mother, the answer is only because of work problems. I don't want Laura to obey. He was tired of having to change schools every year.

"I can't be with him. Because Michael is the legitimate son of Wilson's progeny who has passed away and I must guard. Without me, Michael would be an outcast because his parents died before you were born. As someone who has been in that position. Of course I won't leave my savior's son alone. I'm just a pick-up boy in the Wilson family. That debt of gratitude that I will carry to death, I will not be able to redeem even if I take care of Michael with all my heart."

"You love their descendants so much. But you abandoned your own family."

"That was my fault. I'm the cowardly guy you say that is, son."

"Don't call me, son! We're not close enough, even if you claim to be my father." Not wanting to hear any further, Laura chose to stand up immediately and step out with great difficulty.

His imprudent steps caused him to slip slightly.

"Laura."

"Don't touch me!" Laura brushed off Argon's hand, intent on helping out and chose to stand on her own, and left the room before her tears were shed.

Without them realizing it, the conversation that happened was witnessed by Michael. He felt guilty for what happened to his father. However, the path of past destiny who can repeat it.

Meanwhile, inside the room Argon could only sit limp. Destiny never took a good side with him. Could it be that he committed such a bad sin in his past life. I don't know, only God knows.

On the other hand, Laura sat in her room alone. When she asked her mother where her father was, she only replied that he was dead. However, when asking where to bury, his mother always switched the conversation. Until not infrequently he must be scorned because it is considered an illegitimate child. Even by her own aunt and cousin.

But now, after knowing the real facts. Why does it feel more painful?

The sound of a knock on the door immediately shocked Laura. He rubbed the warm globules that fell down to cleanly shine.

"Can I come in?" ask a man who is in the doorway.

"Thank you." As if he did not heed Laura's reply, Michael just sat down beside her.

"It sucks! Why ask if you're finally here?"

"Just a pleasantries. This is my residence anyway. So all the doors were open for me" Michael said, further upsetting Laura.

Both of them were silent for a long time. Laura also had no intention of arguing further. This time he was just a hitchhiking sleeping here. A feeling like his father said. Being a prick is not good at all.

Seeing Michael who was just speechless, Laura was quite curious. "Why are you here if you just keep quiet?"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Just go there!" laura's grunts slightly held back the pain in the legs. Had Michael gone out soon, he would have done something to his feet by now.

However, it seems that Laura's sizzle of pain was known to Michael. He didn't see how Laura had fallen. "Here come your legs!"

Roughly Michael took Laura's foot and put it on her lap.

"Awh. What are you doing, huh?" laura shouted to throw away her face feeling the pain.

"Don't ask too many questions! If your wounds don't heal, then I'll also be troubled." The words Michael spoke were quite painful.

But what he did was the opposite. Michael opened the bandage that still wrapped Laura's ankle, and rubbed the medicine that helped relieve the pain.

"You know? We are now legal husband and wife?" michael remained focused and did not look at the woman beside him.

"What do you mean?" Laura was intending to pull her leg, but Michael quickly held her back.

"We are a legitimate husband and wife. In the eyes of law or religion. Your leg's hurt, but you never forget that we ever made a wedding vow, right?"

"Then? Whatdoyouwant? Divorce me?" cynical Laura.

Michael who was upset with the words without being strained Laura suddenly hit the injured leg softly. The master complained of pain, but Michael ignored him. "Felt!"

"Basic Arogan." Upset Laura.

Gently Michael re-clad Laura's feet with a bandage. "You are my wife. Whatever your problem is, I'm the only place you can trust to lean. Although I know there's no love between us yet. But at least open up to me. We face every problem, and reality together."

After finishing his task, Michael looked up. Instead of answering, Laura crossed both hands on her chest.

"What are you doing?" asked Michael astonished.

"What do you want to open? Don't expect to touch me again!"

"Basic pervert." A flick instantly landed on Laura's forehead just then and there.

He just blicked his lips. It is not that I do not know what the meaning behind Michael's sentence is, but rather the difficulty of trusting others again. To him, it was only himself where he could depend.

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