Young Master Arnold
TMA Chapter 39

Three days before the wedding day, Arnold takes Tiara home to his uncle's house. At first the girl refused, but Arnold insisted not to make her mother suspicious.

"If uncle is bad, how? I'm afraid" Tiara said as they were about to enter the house.

"You just calm down, nothing will happen" Arnold said, trying to convince the girl. "She's not a weak girl."

"Damn, emang. Right there, go home," Tiara pushed away as she waved her hand in the air.

"Propsy. I also need to be with your uncle."

Eventually, the two of them decided to enter. The two were invited to sit down by the maid of this house, whom Tiara did not know who she was. Maybe because he was lazy to cook himself, the uncle tried to accept the services of a maid.

"Have you gotten two people interested in pretending to be parents, Tiara?" Arnold instantly opened his voice when uncle Tiara had just sat down.

Hearing that question, naturally Tiara was very surprised. He didn't expect Arnold to do this. I should be honest, he's an orphan. Why hire people?

"I don't agree!" Tiara spoke up.

"We don't need your approval" Arnold said, ignoring the girl.

"But I don't want to, Arnold! It's better to be honest, if I'm an orphan!" tiara.

Arnold massaged his nose by leaning his head against the back of the sofa. Too tired to think about the many jobs in the office, and now must be stressed also because of Tiara.

"Tiara, sit. This is our business, no need to interfere!" The uncle gave the order, but was not heard by Tiara.

"I don't want to lie anymore, Arnold. You have to be honest with Aela's aunt, if I don't have parents," Tiara said, looking at Arnold.

"It turns out that's as much of a lie as we are." Tiara drowning. The girl chose to lean on the sofa while closing her eyes.

"Silent. I've got the man" said the uncle with a fluffy smile.

"really? Turns out your job is much faster, when the money is in hand." Arnold laughed in satisfaction, when he saw Uncle Tiara's face turning sour.

"Money is precious to man!"

Arnold chose silence, his gaze now turned to the future wife. There was no movement from the Tiara, the girl's eyes were still closed. Arnold thought, maybe Tiara's asleep. He took the initiative to pat the girl's cheek slowly, but still there was no movement.

Arnold nimbly carried Tiara ala brydal style to the girl's room. Of course with uncle who drove him. Arriving at Tiara's room, Arnold immediately laid the girl on the bed slowly, stroking her dark hair gently with a locked look at Tiara.

Five minutes looking at Tiara's face, Arnold's gaze turned to the middle-aged man standing by the door. Then he walked over to approach Uncle Tiara.

"Don't hurt him, let alone try to get him to escape" Arnold threatened.

"Cannot be. I love him very much" replied the uncle.

Arnold laughed at that. "Darling what do you think? With the heart to sell his own nephew?" cynter Arnold.

"I love him."

"Surely he did not want to stay here, but because of his force, he finally wanted to. In fact, he's afraid of you, Uncle." Arnold pressed the word 'uncle' which made the middle-aged man speechless.

"Remember! Don't hurt him. My bodyguards are always lurking in this house" Arnold continued. He passed by leaving Tiara's room.