Sensational Husband
Sixty Three
Now Azlan and Joan are the ones who exchanged glances. If this is the case, Azlan was confused as to what to say. Alexa's explanation was a gift or a disaster for him?
“Ya already, let's go in!” Joan turned back and walked into the house.
Mr. Joan even looks calm after hearing Alexa's explanation.he is not angry to hear his daughter sleep in a man's house. About the expression of Mr. Joan who did not change, remained stingy and no sweetness, it was already from the sono. Alkaz did not need to think about that. It may be true what Arul said, at the birth of Mr. Joan immediately scrunched up and his face pegged the wall, so the face of Mr. Joan judes mulu.
Azlan moves into the magnificent house following Mr. Joan.
After passing through several rooms, now finally Azlan stood in a comfortable room, of course the dining room. In the middle was a long table on which was a pair of spoons and knives wrapped around with tissue.
Azlan pulled out a chair and sat down following the movements of his boss. They sit facing.
Somehow Azlan's heart always felt anxious whenever it was close to the Boss.
Azlan is getting to know the Alexa family. Alexa truly lives a free life with no strings attached to parental attention and supervision. He was allowed to stay in a rented house. What would happen if Azlan was a perverted man who wanted virginity? And Joan didn't think about it. He is a father figure who does not care at all about the soul and development of his child.
Alexa appears out of nowhere and is now sitting on Azlan's side. The girl crossed her legs while wiggling her legs until the tip of her foot occasionally hit Azlan's calf.
Gaining the gesture, Azlan immediately shifted his legs to get away from the woman. Geez, the temptation there is too strong. Azlan suddenly dizzy.
Azlan glanced at the girl about to protest, but just as her mouth was open to talk, Azlan felt her legs ache being stepped on by something. Azlan believes that it is the heel end of the Alexa sandal. Now Azlan is more focused on feeling pain in his legs than the protest he wants to convey.
“Whose clothes are you wearing? Looks like it's a boy's shirt?” asked Joan to look at the clothes worn on Alexa's body.
“This shirt belongs to Azlan. She minjemin me clothes.” Alexa pulled the shirt on her chest until it looks slurred due to the pull. “Tumben papa noticed me?”
Mr. Joan was silent on the question in protest just now.
Alexa orders her domestic assistant to make juice. Before long the juice ordered is served. Alexa immediately gulped it down. He used to live a healthy life, every morning always drink juice. Her skin is smooth.
Breakfast was without discussion. Everything looks cool eating, except Azlan, whose head is preoccupied with various kinds of conjectures about the contents of the mind of Joan now. Burger that should be savory and delicious, now it feels even crushed on the tongue.
Just that time Azlan felt the breakfast that was not at all delicious, chaotic.
“I'll be leaving for the office soon. But I change clothes first. Wait for me in front!” alexa Alexa then left the dining table.
TB