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Please, Back To Marriage With Me

Sandra felt a flurry of blows as the embers pulled down their folder of divorce papers. Unexpectedly soon their sweet memories must be over. Despite her long preparation, Sandra was still not willing to do so. It's enough that Sandra admits that if happiness comes with Bara, she gets it. Especially knowing there was a tiny figure growing in her womb. Bara never thought the divorce would be the beginning of her deepest regret. Sandra slipped from his grasp. When she realized Sandra's presence, she committed an unforgivable farce. Sandra walked away from his life. She chose to end the suffering over on the coal side. The slippers have run off. Seven years ago, in one big party to bring them back together.   Will they choose to tie the marriage back up? Or just being happy with each other? *** IG : @ayakalibrary Cover design by me via canva, picture from Shutterstock

Hayuayaka · Urban
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31 Chs

Stop Boasting

If murder is legal, Sandra's first target would be the man standing in front of her. With an innocent grin, he regarded Sandra with a broad grin. Even his hands tenderly massaged the unruly hair. Occasionally, the ends of the hair are curled by the manipulation of the fingers.

"Would you like to take a bath with me?"

Bara asked casually. He continued to manipulate her hair with his hands. Ultimately, there is no opposition from the owner.

She shifted her head to the side. Too sluggish to observe Bara's sneaky grin this time.

"Come on, honey, you were also loving it! I'm not the only person that misses our bedtime agility. You are identical to me."

Sandra scowled at Bara. Extremely irritated by what he just said with his slurred speech.

"Stop boasting Bara. You just tormented me. I could have gone to the hospital for an autopsy at this time. Then await the arrest warrant, and you'll be in a heap of trouble."

Just roared with laughter. There is something about Sandra that makes his tummy flutter. Since the beginning, she served as a mood enhancer for him. By having sex, conversing, eating, or even toying with his hair for amusement, he is ecstatic.

"You are unchanged from before. Still love me," Bara murmured to Sandra while putting his lips to her ear.

"How confident you are, Em!" Sandra said disapprovingly.

Bara grasped Sandra's hand. Immediately, his body landed on his chest. They are still both innocent. So it is not surprising that the brother who had been sleeping soundly awoke again.

"Ah, San, you tease me. Again yes."

Sandra touched Bara's chest with her hand. She forced his body awake from the Bara in a manner resembling a s**t up.

"You've gone nuts. Infuriated, Sandra murmured, Sky will be home soon, but there's no supper yet."

"We can order delivery or dine out. Sky ultimately accompanied his companion. Perhaps they eat together."

Bara's words seemed reasonable. There are three possible outcomes. It's only that he no longer wishes to serve Bara. It was sufficient just once before he fell for Bara's scheme.

As Sandra began to ascend, she responded, "There are one hundred reasons to refuse you, Mr. Bara."

Bara did not impede Sandra's departure from him. In reality, he followed the woman into the restroom.

"Hey, what do you want?" exclaimed Sandra with concern. She grabbed the towel she had hung behind the door in a hurry. Not certain if Bara followed him in.

"Especially? Certainly share a shower with you. Were we not just exercising together? Therefore, it would not be detrimental if—"

"Stop… stop! You are so homosexual, Bara!" Prevent Sandra from refusing openly.

"But you said Sky was coming home, didn't you? Therefore, instead of the child discovering his lovely father still nude, we should be prepared to receive him."

Sandra expelled an annoyed sigh. Bara had no choice but to respond to her statements. She is unhappy about today. Was one of her worst experiences.

"Don't worry, San; I won't shake you. If you choose, it can be altered."

Bara strolled with nonchalance deeper into. After locking the bathroom door previously. Sandra was left shocked by his behavior.

Bara, imitating innocence, removed the towel that was pinned around his waist. Start the shower. Instantaneously, water flowed down his sweat-free head. Wet the hair follicles. From the neck, chest, and abdomen to the feet.

Like a soap opera model, Bara imitates the famous artist. However, it was not the product that became the advertisement, but rather himself.

He carefully scrubbed his pristine, white skin. Rub slowly till it appears sexual.

"Want to join Mrs Hernandez?"

Sandra awoke from her daydream. She did not anticipate even staring at Bara's seductive action. However, she refuses to concede it. She disregarded Bara and chose to soak in the tub, putting on a stoic expression.

"Wow, that's an excellent option, your Master will follow later, Madam," Bara remarked, but Sandra's cynics refused to answer.

Sandra frantically stroked herself with lightning out of fear that her words might come true. She no longer desires to share a bathtub with a perverted man like Bara.

If she considered it, Bara's actions were excessive for her. Strangely, she did not have the strength to just push the man away. As though all of his vitality had been absorbed by Bara.

"Why are you awake madam? Is there something troubling you?"

Sandra reflexively threw water into the face of her companion. She froze involuntarily and was startled by Bara's unexpected presence next to her.

"Ugh, miss, if you want to be with me, you must be truthful. Why must you spray water in this manner?" Bara objected, despite the fact that she was mocking Sandra.

"My gosh, Mr. Bara, you startled me. Thankfully, my heart is secure. If not, you will lose thousands of dollars if they operate on me."

Bara covered his wife's mouth swiftly. She disliked how Sandra began to say strange things.

"Stop! Never state something like that". Bara protested, unwilling to be rejected any longer, "I don't like it."

However, Sandra's name is not Sandra if you go along with it. She even pushed Bara's hand away instantly.

My father passed away from a heart attack. Sandra asked nonchalantly, "Wouldn't this be passed on to the next generation?"

Bara immediately displayed a sour expression. He is quite familiar with his father-in-origins. law's Even the moment the middle-aged man breathed his last was witnessed by him. Still echoing in his memory was how the appearance of a Lukito affected the remainder of his life. The thing he dislikes the most, but also enjoys the most.

"There is no need to discuss it. Quick, complete your bath!"

Bara stated coldly. Appears entirely uninterested in Sandra's body floating in the ocean. Even her breasts protruded attractively. Unexpectedly, he just walked away. Not according to the strategy the man desired prior to entering.

Sandra is undoubtedly perplexed by Bara's altered disposition. Her intuition suggested that her husband was ill. Trying to be optimistic, it's possible that Bara is too terrified to lose herself.

Remove the ailment that had been existing. Sandra dismissed it hastily. The delayed self-cleaning process was completed by her. Rushing out to meet Bara and greet Sky's return home.

Sandra chose to wear a contemporary knee-length house dress. Can be made comfortable at home; not too embarrassing to wear outside. In case Bara wishes to take them out to dinner.

Sandra quickly shook her head after recognizing the bizarre concept. He even hit his head three times as a result of his shock.

"What did you anticipate, San? Men are not worthy of confidence," she murmured quietly.

She immediately joined Bara in the living room. Continuing with the eerie vibe between them. Bara did not request to face his wife. Though typically he always has a cause to tease Sandra.

The man drank half of the mineral water from a bottle after taking a drink.

"Are you parched, Mr. Bara?" inquired Sandra in shock.

"We must return home tonight. Prepare your belongings and Sky. I require some time outside."

Bara got to her feet after saying this. Taking precisely two steps forward, he then turned around. "No refusal. I do not wish to bother you."

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