Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 254: The Wedding Plan
Irene had just come out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe after finishing her morning shower. He saw on the table there was a lot of food.
Irene walked closer towards the table taking a cup of tea from there. He brought the tea cup to the balcony.
From there he could see the view of the Eiffel Tower which looked towering compared to the surrounding buildings.
It had been three days that he had enjoyed his boring days in that city. Hamish won't let her go anywhere but together. He was like a prisoner placed in a golden cage.
France is at the end of autumn. The leaves have fallen and the air temperature begins to cool. Enjoying a cup of tea while looking at the Eiffel Tower can at least provide a little warmth for the body.
Irene was shocked as she felt a hug coming from behind her. Hamish has returned. For three days the man often left her alone in the luxury hotel.
"I don't think you're awake yet" said Hamish, tightening his arms. He inhaled a fragrant aroma that poured out from the woman's nape.
Irene could only be silent withstanding her discomfort. Hamish is getting more and more brave to show his love. The attention Irene used to think of as a form of affection for a family has turned into something that makes her feel even more depressed.
"Is your business done?" ask Irene.
"Why? You're lonely because I stay a lot, hm?"
Irene drank the tea back in her cup. He also directed the cup so that Hamish could drink from his glass.
"Tomorrow we'll get married. I prepared everything" said Hamish.
Irene widened her eyes hearing him. That sounds very sudden. "Is this not too rushed?" ask Irene.
"I don't think so. We're both ready, right?" hamish.
"Are we not going to invite anyone?" ask Irene again.
"Who would you invite? Do we need to invite others?"
Irene fell silent. Hamish even detained his grandparents in the village so as not to hinder the marriage.
"Since we were both, Irene. No one can be trusted. So, this life is enough for us to live alone. I promise I'll make you happy."
Hamish took the cup Irene was holding and placed it on the balcony table. He pulled Irene by the waist and kissed her lips gently, as if to confirm that the woman was his.
He lifted up Irene's body and carried her like a princess. Both their eyes were fixed.
Hamish moves Irene to the bed and continues her kiss with a deepening pagutan. Their hands are fused together. Hamish gave Irene no chance to escape from him.
As a man, he had already refrained from touching the woman. Waiting for Irene to grow up and become her bride is a long wait. Now, he was finally able to pour out his true feelings without fear of interference from the people who always stood in his way.
"Aah!" exciting Irene. His voice stopped Hamish's hand trying to crawl on the soft skin.
"Why?" hamish asked in shock.
"I'm starving, brother!" irene.
Irene pushed Hamish from above him and got up from the bed. He immediately turned to the dining table and directly devoured the food presented there.
Hamish could only smile while shaking his head. Though reciting it the moment is very fitting to make a romance. He is forced to put his desire back on hold and joins Irene at the dinner table.
"What about the clothes I bought? Does it suit you?" ask Hamish while enjoying his breakfast.
Everything Irene wore in France was Hamish's choice.
"I want to see you wearing everything I bought for you" Hamish said.
Irene slowed down her food. "Is Brother a ca bul? Ask.
Hamish chuckles. "Why indeed? Soon we will also get married" he said.
Irene could only shake her head. He put the food back in his mouth. He doesn't want to think about what tomorrow is. He was afraid that the marriage would actually take place.
"Before the wedding tomorrow, where are you going? I happen to have no business today. I can keep you company till night" said Hamish.
"So big brother. I've been to all the tourist attractions in the country" replied Irene cuek.
Hamish screeches. "I'm so sorry I ever let you go to school abroad. If I take you everywhere, you always say you've been, '" he grumbled.
***
Alan sat tired in front of a small cafe on the edge of a small town in France. He sipped black coffee served by a local waiter. His men were sitting next to him, while others were seen calling and taking notes in their notebooks.
"Alan, any updates on Irene's whereabouts?" asked Miko, one of Alan's acquaintances whom he happened to meet there. Miko helps Alan provide shelter and find information about Irene.
Alan shook his head weakly. "There is no news yet. I've been feeling almost desperate, we've been looking in every place they might stop by."
In accordance with his grandfather's words, Alan searched for Irene in some remote countryside that said grandfather became the residence of the Big-O group. When he arrived there, Alan only found traces of their residence. Most likely they have moved.
"Have you been looking for him in the downtown area?" ask Miko.
The question got Alan thinking. He was too focused on searching in remote areas to forget to search in the downtown area.
"I haven't looked there yet" Alan said.
"How about we try to find it in the downtown area? Although it will be difficult, who knows there is a bright spot later," proposed Miko.
Alan turned towards Aji.
Aji nodded, then looked at Alan with an excited look. "We can't give up. We have to keep looking until we find him" he said.
Alan smiled bitterly. "I know that, but where else should we look?"
Suddenly, Alan's phone rang. There's a call coming in from one of his men. He picked it up quickly, hoping it was good news about Irene.
"He's in town. We've found him" the voice across the phone said.
Alan instantly rose from his chair, his men following behind him. "Where is he now? I'll go to your place."
Alan was a little relieved. There was finally a bright spot about Irene's whereabouts.
"She was in the XXX hotel. I'll send the full address to your phone right now."
Alan thanked me, then hung up. He looked towards his men with a happy smile on his face. "We have found him. Let's go get Irene!"