Wife Ventilation Desire Young Master

Wife Ventilation Desire Young Master
Episode 147: What really happened in the past.


Episode 147: What really happened in the past.


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The day was full of surprises, Edgar had brought Aluna to the tomb of his mother and Aluna was ready to go to his country tomorrow.


It felt like there was a relief in Edgar's heart, he found someone who was truly extraordinary and right in his life.


Aluna was exhausted, going outside made her tired.


Edgar smiled to see his wife sleeping in the car, her face was more beautiful and beautiful in his eyes.


"You're getting prettier, every day getting prettier!" edgar's whisper kissed his wife's forehead then carried her into his mansion.


In just a short time, they had already reached the room and Aluna was immediately laid on the bed.


"Shelf!"


Edgar took the photo he had seen on the table, he then stepped foot towards the balcony so as not to disturb Aluna while sleeping.


Again Edgar saw the photo, where Aluna with the police, Aluna's face looks after crying at the place.


Actually Edgar wanted to find out this when they returned to his country alone, but he was already impatient at all.


If true his guess then the one in the hotel that night was not Fiona, but Aluna who had somehow experienced what to the point of being able to reach the bar at that time.


"Courtesy ... Trings ... Tring!"


Edgar immediately contacted the hotel owner who about 5 years ago accidentally became a historic place for him.


"Hello? I'm Edgar Brown, about five years ago, date ..." Edgar spoke for a while and then looked behind the photo on the date his photo was taken.


"Around December 25, 5 years ago, at night can you send me a hotel building cctv?"


Edgar made the hotel owner shocked, of course, providing cctv footage about five years ago is not easy, but fortunately Edgar told about the date so that the hotel could immediately search quickly and submit it to Edgar.


Actually this can not be done, but because the asking is the owner of the Brown company so the hotel owner can not do anything.


"Okay sir, we'll send you soon ..."


The reply ended their call.


About 15 minutes later, Edgar had the cctv he wanted.


There, Edgar still had to find the clock that he had when he came with a girl.


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Flash back five years ago,


Aluna had just turned 20, and she was surprisingly able to go abroad to experience the Christmas snow season.


Although it happened because his father got a treatment raffle from a television show, but Aluna could go there because there must be a guardian who became a patient companion.


Five years ago in a snowy country,


"Ahhh ... This place is so beautiful .. why is it so beautiful?" aluna spoke from behind the car glass.


He saw snow falling and lots of red and green Christmas ornaments here and there.


His eyes widened and glistened to see all that.


The trip was so short that they arrived at the hospital which was not too big, but it did not matter because the treatment was also free.


"Aluna .. today is Christmas, tonight I have a full break to be able to run the operation tomorrow ..."


"It's a pity that if you don't go around this town, so go outside for a minute, let's just stay here .. but don't go far."


Aluna's father asked her to come out for a while.


His father saw Aluna sitting by the window glazed, where his eyes twinkled to see the falling snow.


Aluna then looked towards her father, in fact she was very worried as this would be her first time going through a street that was completely unfamiliar to her.


"Are you going to be okay?" aluna asked reassuringly, her eyes were clear and in fact she really wanted to come out.


The first thing he wanted to do was feel the snow in his mouth.


"Yes Lun, it's okay, anyways Dad is sleepy once, maybe because he is too tired on the way .." exclaimed his father again.


Aluna who heard that then smiled and picked up her thick jacket and immediately put on it.


"Alright Dad, then Aluna went away for a while yeah .." exclaimed Aluna smiling very widely.


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