DEBT ON TOP OF MARRIAGE
Chapter 34. TRAPPED
In the morning, with his head still dizzy, Dylan had already woken up first. His face was rolling alive next to it. Every now and then he kisses Milley's forehead.
Don't forget to mince Milley's lashes. Of course, it bothered Milley, but Dylan giggled in amusement because of his own behavior.
Afraid of Milley's roar, Dylan rushed to the bathroom. Honey, in a hurry he hit the bathroom door.
"Gosh, shit is early."
Seeing Milley's increasingly orderly movements, Dylan immediately closed the bathroom door. Meanwhile, Milley tidied up his blanket because of the cold, then a moment later he woke up.
"It's not Dylan's room, so where is he?"
Unwilling to waste the opportunity, he ran out of the room to head for his room. Without realizing it, his bag and pants were still left in Dylan's room. Similarly, Michael's jacket that he accidentally brought home.
Early in the morning, Michael had returned from his jogging activities. He is indeed accustomed to healthy living, therefore despite coming home late at night and sleeping late he never absent for morning exercise. After all, he lived alone in Indonesia, as long as he had to take care of his own body.
After the death of his brother, both of Michael's parents prefer to live in Paris. They don't want the memory of her sister's death to bring Michael's mother's health back down.
After taking a sip of mineral water, Michael took his device and sent a message to Milley.
"Good morning" he wrote briefly.
Meanwhile Milley had just finished her bath and was still covering her head with a towel. He was shortened when Dylan was already staring at him in the doorway while holding onto his belongings.
Of course Milley did not like and immediately seized his device. However, Dylan did not let Milley easily get his salary back.
He raised one of his hands up while continuing to avoid Milley.
"Dylan, return!"
"No way!"
"Dylan, don't go fishing!"
One pull of Dylan's hand turned out to make Milley fall in eight Dylan, until almost their lips collided. The rear-facing clap of his hand made Milley and Dylan stop his activities.
Dylan turned his head in surprise, "Mama?"
"Based on cheap girls!" rebecca said arrogantly.
"Due to Mama's words, she's my fiance and my future wife, Ma!"
Dylan, who did not accept his mother's words, could only hide Milley behind his body. Dylan smirked, he was neither polite nor obedient to Rebecca at all.
However, Rebbeca approached Dylan with her arrogant style. He touched his son's face and began to stretch out his arms.
"Mama kangen, honey."
Dylan brushed off the hand of Rebbeca who wanted to touch him. From behind Dylan's body, Milley peeked once in a while. He wanted to make sure what kind of face this proud mother man before him was.
However, it was unexpected that Dylan pulled Milley and went away from him. He threw away the towel that covered Milley's hair in any direction and told the waiter to clean it up.
"Servant, quickly clean Miss Milley's room!"
"Prepare sir" he said respectfully.
"Sorry, Big Madam, I'm sorry!"
Rebecca looked at the passing of her son. "May he ignore my presence!"
Unwilling to stay alone there, Rebbeca catches up with Dylan and Milley downstairs. Turns them into the dining room, there is also Mr. Chryst and her husband.
"What are you all here for?" asked Mr. Chryst with a cold look.
Rebecca and Andreas fell silent in place. Not a single person dared to speak at that moment, nor did Milley and Dylan.
Milley was still occasionally staring at Rebecca who had been staring at her with a hard-to-understand look. Even so he knew that Dylan's mother hated him so much.
"Why are you quiet? Is your mouth stuffed with glue, so a word can't be said right now!"
Jo hasn't reacted at all. Usually he will comment, but somehow the situation is very contrasting and feels gripping. The buzz instantly melted as Milley's device rang and would not stop.
"Sorry," said Milley, grabbing her salary.
Milley stared at Mr. Chryst for a moment to ask permission.
"Sorry, Cake. Excuse me for a second, there's a call from Lecturer Sir."
"Go, get your business done and come back soon."
"Thank you, Mother" said Milley, bowing respectfully to everyone.
Milley quickly walked out of the dining room towards the backyard. Along the way he continued to give thanks, "Alhamdulillah can escape from the safety of the witch."
Arriving there, Milley immediately picked up a phone call.
"Hallo Mr. Lecturer, what's wrong?"
"Well, Lecturer, you didn't take the wrong medicine, did you?"
"Wkwkwk, not really, but the atmosphere is again emergency, sir."
"Oh, so I'm interrupting, huh?"
"No, who said? Precisely a phone call from Mr. Lecturer saved me."
"Thank God then."
Unexpectedly being too engrossed in conversation, Milley was unaware that anyone was watching him from a distance. Then who is it?
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