Tough Servant Taste Wife.
21: PTRI: Beginning of the deal

The woman with my eyes glanced at the three of them in turn, and ended up looking at Alves' face, whose hand was holding the man's hand so as not to leave his side.

"A....." Unfortunately what this woman wanted to say to the man, no sound came out.

"She seems to want to say something." Jane said.

Doni and Alves also agreed that from the expression and movement of the lips was indeed a person who wanted to say something. But because it was blocked with his dry throat, not a single sound came out.

Only, because Alves was given a code with a light tap on his palm, then Alves knew that it was a signal that this woman would write something in the palm of his hand.

"Hmm...?" Alves slightly scrunched his eyes with the question he had just asked with the writing on his palm.

"What's wrong? What does he want to say?" Doni asked, already not so concerned about the position of himself where his salary will be cut for half know, Doni felt there is more important than money, money, and that was this mysterious female patient.

"He ..., asked if this is a hospital?"

"Huh?" Doni was surprised, and along with the same reaction as Jane.

"He thinks this is home? Of course the hospital." Doni said, stealing Alves' answer first.

"I don't know either. You I found on the beach, and I'm the one who took you to the hospital." Alves answered that very second, because at the same time the woman gave him a new question. "Jane, get him a drink." Tby Alves, tell Jane to get some water for this patient.

"It." Jane gave the mineral bottled water, put down the straw and helped remove the oxygen hose that covered the patient's mouth and nose.

'He wanted to ask me a lot, but since there were others, he so waited for them to come out first, and asked me not to go.' Told again by using handwriting on his palm, Alves was just waiting until the examination conducted by Jane and Doni was completed.

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After what the two of them expected was gone, because Jane and Doni were gone, Alves pulled up a chair to sit next to the woman.

"Now they're both gone. What do you want to say now?" Ask Alves without further ado.

The woman blinked her eyes, then steadied towards the ceiling of her hospital room.

"N-name." Such a small voice was also shrill, welcoming Alves' sense of hearing.

His voice was so small but it also sounded quite soft.

"Is it because you don't remember your own name, so want me to make you a name?" Tertka Alves's.

A fairly light head is also the answer.

"Servant."

Hearing that, Alves was confused, he did not expect that this woman wanted to be his servant at all?

"It's not an easy job." Firm Alves.

"Servant." One more word came out of his mouth. To mean that his wish is to be Alves' servant?

'He can take advantage of me. Whether he was not aware, his face was beautiful, and I myself had felt it, if the scent of his body was indeed not disturbing, but did not wear perfume or anything, he said, even for the size of the person who had just been in a coma for over a month and a half, he naturally did not take a shower.

But I really wasn't piqued by that scent of her body. But maybe she remembered her own status that was not even her own, so she wanted to be my servant to make up for all her medical expenses.'

After thinking at length, the right hand that was even on the bandage was suddenly extended towards Alves.

"So the waiter." A speech so short but so much meaning, Alves would have to shake hands if he accepted his offer?

"Why not just offer to be my girlfriend?" Ask Alves.

"Bother."

'Did he just say troublesome?' Though all this time, many want to be his lover, but Alves rejected it because it is not in accordance with his taste.

While this time, Alves deliberately tried to offer a position that is hefty, because Alves happened to be comfortable with the existence of this woman. But what Alves got, he actually got a rejection that second as well.

"When many want to be my lover, and I offer you that because I happen to be quite comfortable with the scent of your body. But you dare to refuse?"

"Servants, can too."' His right hand is still going on.

Again the waiter, that is what Alves always heard, if this woman really wants to be a servant, rather than a lover who despite many advantages, behind such a high position, is, and this woman obviously rejected him.

"Hahh~" Alves leaned back, delaying the deal first, so the woman placed her tired right hand on her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Typical hoarseness of the throat that is dry so the cause of the sound that comes out is also small.

"I'm thinking something." But the look on his face also did not look good, because the look on Alves' face actually became like a person who wanted to make calculations with the woman, because he refused his offer earlier. 'A name that is easy to say, is also good to hear. Since he told me to give him a name, then I will gladly give him a name.'

Alves was silent for a long time, in order to make a name that is good to hear also comfortable in speaking according to the comfort of his heart when close to the woman in front of him.

"Hmm ..., what if Ellynda?" Alves nodded his head, he felt it was a name that was quite compatible with this woman, because the impression of a beautiful face that showed gentleness, made Alves accept the name as a name for the woman.

"Elly," call this woman softly. His eyes then closed again, and replied: "Yes. Elly."