The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Arogan
Chapter 56: The Counterattack

Sunlight infiltrated between the gaps of the curtains that were not tightly closed. Her warmth hit Laura's skin so that it woke up a body that had been asleep since last night in delusion. It felt like she was eager to continue knitting dreams, but what was the power. The reality of life is waiting before our eyes.

Two eyes with lashes sluggishly blinked, then opened completely after a few seconds. Laura's realized. One hand fumbled beside the bed, but found nothing but a pillow, while the bolster of his life disappeared out of nowhere, perhaps the burly hand had begun to stiffen its huge head every night.

Meanwhile, a thick blanket still wrapped his body to the stomach. Laura immediately grabbed him. He also sat on the bed, occasionally rubbing his eyes that were not as ugly as a reader.

"What's that?" Laura's gaze caught something on the small table before her. Not milk and bread as usual, but an unnamed brown envelope.

The curiosities led Laura to extend her hand. However, the sudden sound of the door being opened revealed a dashing man with a sweaty wet body, causing Laura to undo the intention.

"You awake? Did I take too long at the sport today?" michael said as he glanced at a clock available there. "No. My sleeping daughter who woke up earlier," he continued to answer himself.

"Ish, you bitch," sizzled Laura's lips.

Shamelessly Michael took off his wet clothes just like that in front of Laura. Sweat droplets that run through the skin between the hairy chests, add an exotic and seductive impression to the man.

Michael with high confidence restored hair from the base to the tip of the hair using his hands, as if the slow motion scene was being witnessed by Laura at this time. She does not even hesitate to wag hair like a Kao Feather— shampoo ad only old-school mothers know.

A scene of how to lure women that Michael learned from last night's article. Sure enough, Laura's expression swallowed her own saliva painstakingly causing Michael to be convinced, if his wife was already tempted at this moment.

"Mich."

"Yes, what's wrong, honey?" asked Michael gently.

"Didn't you see your sweat splashing everywhere? Already know just finished the sport, why not immediately shower even in action here! Basic sucks! Spread viruses and bacteria only." Laura then stood up from her position to approach Michael. "You're even sour. I must have the waiter sterilize this room as soon as possible, before the mushrooms thrive on your immeasurable sweat."

Without seeing Michael's reaction, Laura simply passed by him. Meanwhile, of course Michael was astonished by what his wife had said. "Why is his reaction not as told? I had to sue the article, they lied to the public and wrote a fake tutorial, "sad Michael flicked his wet shirt and went to the bathroom to clean up immediately.

On the other hand, after coming out of the room, Laura instead looked for a servant like what she had told the husband before. However, just closing the door while shaking hands in front of his face which is now red.

"Laura, you have a fever?" asked Argon who had just climbed upstairs with the apron still attached to his body.

"Ah, no, Pa. It's just that this day is very hot," said Laura reasoned, but unconsciously called Argon as Pa. The two never spoke again after that day.

Of course, it fostered a sense of happiness in Argon's heart, even though he knew Laura was lying but the middle-aged man chose to be quiet and not interfere. "Yes already then. Papa wait downstairs. Breakfast is ready."

Laura simply nodded, then returned to her room carefully. His head looked to the right and left first, making sure that Michael had gone from there and no longer acted.

Slowly Laura stepped inside, the sound of water gurgling as if lifting a weight on her chest. He took a deep breath while rubbing his chest. "Thank God he took a shower. I could hang and die young if Michael acted like a gigolo thirsty for the caress of an old woman like that," Laura muttered fretfully alone.

Laura opened the envelope, one by one the paper she observed. Without missing a word written there. The longer, the faster the movement of his hands, he turned his gaze on the one by one picture listed there. "What does this mean?"

"Otherwise? Proof that Papa is innocent and we're not deceiving you" Michael said suddenly alongside Laura.

"Akh, Michaels. You're crazy what if I die young?" laura shouted in surprise. The paper in his hand scattered out of nowhere, while the main culprit even smiled while showing a big smile.

Michael is not out of ideas. He came out wearing only a towel that covered the waist down.

The aroma of soap and shampoo and other fragrances used by the man blend into a unique unity. Adding a masculine impression, plus an athletic body full of scars and fine fur that misleads the eyes, making the wife unable to blink even for a moment.

"You won't die until we get them back, baby," Michael said. He who initially bent down then stood up and dried his hair first, instead of wearing clothes as usual.

"Mich, are you deliberately teasing me?" laura Protest.

"Are you tempted, honey? Ah, I know there can't be a woman who can resist the temptations of a man's body as handsome as I am" Michael said proudly.

"Crazy basic! Then, what are you going to do after showing all this?"

"Otherwise? Of course counterattack," replied Michael while continuing to comb his hair that is now dry.

"Reverse attack?" thought Laura for a moment.

"A counterattack, like this!" Michael seduces Laura by releasing a towel wrapped around her in front of his wife.

Sontak Laura threw a pillow and shouted at Michael while closing her eyes with her next hand. "Mich! You crazy perverted guy!"

"Why should I be ashamed? I'm your husband" said Michael, putting a pillow on Laura's lap again. "After all, I've actually been wearing pants."

The sound of laughter blaring so loudly filled the room. Finally Michael could laugh off seeing his embarrassed face mixed with his wife's anger this morning. A backlash for the woman to fall for him after just now embarrassed him by saying his sweat stinks. Finally, Michael was satisfied with Laura's red face.

"You are really!" So sorry Laura took a gun in the nightstand drawer. He pointed the weapon at the husband who immediately raised his hand.

"Darling, put that thing down! I was just kidding. It's not good to play a gun early in the morning, except for my gun" Michael persuaded.

"You're the one who's making me angry! Just die there!" laura shouted before her index finger pulled the trigger.

To Be Continue's...