Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 121:
"Ouch! Ow hell! Slow down ...," Alan protested as his body felt staggering because Irene was less strong to break it.
"What the hell! From then on the protests continued. Alan is heavy!" Irene pouted. He was exhausted by Alan while the man protested to his help.
After much effort, he finally managed to bring Alan into his room. "Well! Huh!" Irene sighed after helping Alan sit on the bed.
Alan was seen holding a smile looking at the woman who had just been troubled by it. He felt quite happy with the attention Irene gave despite having to hear the nagging.
"Now! Drink first!" Irene offered Alan a glass of water.
"Thank you." Alan received the drink and drank it straight away.
"I'll go first, brother. Happy break. Don't go anywhere!" irene reminded.
Before Alan managed to prevent Irene from leaving, the woman had disappeared out of her room.
Alan put his body on the bed. I don't know why his mind floated thinking of Irene.
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Alan sighed to overcome his nervousness. Wearing a white shirt covered in a black suit matching his pants, he stood gallantly in front of the altar. His good looks that night amazed all the guests who came.
From the front, there was a woman whose face was still covered in a veil walking accompanied by her grandfather. Alan developed a smile.
He himself could not believe that this day would finally come. A happy day where she will marry Irene after getting the blessing of her grandfather.
The closer Irene walked towards him, the more nervous Alan became. The bliss of happiness made him almost unable to control himself.
"Alan, I leave Irene to you" said the grandfather before leaving the two in front of the altar.
They look at each other. From the sidelines of the glaring veil, Alan could see the faint, timid smile Irene showed.
Alan flicked the veil that limited his gaze slowly so that he could see Irene's complete beauty in a white wedding dress.
"You're so beautiful" praised Alan who couldn't take his eyes off the woman before him.
Irene smiled shyly.
"Well, how was that a kiss? You haven't made the holy promise of marriage."
The priest's words immediately stopped what Alan was doing. He forgot that he was in front of a crowd.
"Oh-oh, looks like someone's been impatient in the room!" seloroh one of the invited guests.
The sound of laughter and laughter that they expressed made Alan embarrassed not a bitch. It felt like he had disappeared from it in the blink of an eye.
"ah! No!" shouted Alan.
Breathing gasps. Alan realized he was in his own room. It turns out that marriage is just a dream. He felt a little relieved. It was a shame that he could dream that way.
Alan tried to get up from his bed despite a slightly limp move. The clock still shows at five in the morning. He woke up quite early in the morning but could not sleep anymore after dreaming of the absurd.
"Hi, Brother!"
Alan gasped in shock as Irene came greeting him in the living room. The woman woke up earlier than him. Alan could not make face to face with Irene after the strange dream.
"Son Alan is better? Tumben woke up early in the morning" Irene said.
"Can't really?" answer Alan ketus.
"Yes ... Not really." Irene felt so wrong to ask. "Ah, yes! Take me to college, brother!" said.
"No way!" alan replied firmly.
Irene was shaking her lips. Alan seemed to turn fierce back to him. "Why is this guy, anyway?" mumbled wailing.
"Yes if you don't want to! I'll leave with Ares!" exciting Irene.
Alan doesn't seem to care. He returned to his room leaving Irene.
"Truly yes, that om-om!" pissed Irene.