DEBT ON TOP OF MARRIAGE
Chapters 108. SORRY DEAR

Seeing the disappointed look from her husband, Milley became unwell. Dylan was seen pouting, he did not greet his wife at all.

"Is he angry? But didn't you just forget, so how could I do this?"

Milley re-mas the end of his shirt. Occasionally he seemed to glance at Dylan but he could not utter a single word at the moment.

"Why should it be like this?" muttered Milley.

The freezing that is happening right now really makes Milley flounder. Dylan is very sensitive. The new pair of husbands absolutely no one dared to open their voices. Quiet to the point of going to the bathroom alone must be held.

How could she forget that Dylan was already her husband. Maybe this is called destiny. Milley and Dylan had gotten used to being together, but as enemies. So when juxtaposed like this, the habits that occur make Milley like to forget their new status.

Milley finally relented, opened her voice and began to apologize to Dylan.

"Darling, sorry .. I seriously don't remember if we were married, I thought it was a dream" Milley said, sitting behind Dylan.

She occasionally pulled on Dylan's back so that her husband would turn to her immediately, but the evidence remained motionless. Dylan was still throwing his face away because he was still angry with Milley.

He did not want to see Milley so that he would be aware of his current status. How not to be upset, already twice he forgot his status as a husband and wife.

"What kind of wife it is, a little like to forget about her status," grumbled Dylan as he clasped his chest.

"Dylan, Honey ...."

Milley was still trying to persuade her husband, but Dylan left Milley instead.

Turns out he went to the balcony. Milley who was not used to seducing became confused herself at this moment.

"Well, in what way can songong forgive me, huh?"

Milley scratched his head, occasionally tapping his index finger on the cheek. For a moment he looked in the mirror.

"Yes, I wear sexy clothes, and what if he wants it later, what?"

Suddenly, a unique idea came to light. Milley did not chase Dylan to the balcony, but instead went to the kitchen.

"I'd better make him his favorite food, surely his heart will soften" he said happily.

When Milley came down, it turned out that there were several servants who were preparing food for the newlyweds. It seems that some of the servants are busy with their respective activities.

Seeing Milley coming, all the maids bowed respectfully. "Good morning, Madam."

"Morning ...." Milley smiled kindly at all of them.

"I'm sorry, if my arrival annoys you, but may I come cook?"

The maids were looking at each other, they were afraid that their Young Master would get angry if he let her cook this time.

"Why shut up, can't you, huh?" milley asked with a sad face.

Eventually one of the waiters allowed Milley to cook, but remained under their control.

"Bo-can, Miss. Wait a minute I'll get you an apron."

"Thank you" Milley said with a friendly smile.

Meanwhile, in the bridal room, Dylan is very confused when he realizes that Milley is no longer in the room. Dylan looked dizzy looking around him. He actually died a flea when he lost Milley.

"Jeez, girl huh, why don't I follow to the balcony anyway, and then where is he now?"

Dylan tried to find Milley by opening the bathroom door. Once in chek, it turns out he didn't find Milley there."

"Where the hell?" Dylan looked more and more confused at this moment.

"Maybe he's in the kitchen, " muttered Dylan happily.

Not willing to wait for long, Dylan immediately went down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. It turns out there looks beloved wife is playing cooking utensils. The smell of typical cuisine Milley increasingly make worms in the stomach of Dylan thrashed.

"Gosh, my dream wife is here."

As bewitched, Dylan stepped closer to Milley and wrapped his hands around Milley's slender waist. Of course it made Milley short and almost nudged the pan.

"Jeez, Dylan ...."

"Darling, it turns out you're here" Dylan further buried his face into the recess of Milley's neck.

The touch of Dylan's hand and the breath made Milley stiffen. However, he was more ashamed of all the servants who lined up neatly on the edge of the kitchen. He was afraid that they would pay attention to their core-men at this time.

Milley immediately turned his head, and it turned out that they had all looked down respectfully. No one dared to peek at their activities. At least Milley could breathe a sigh of relief this time.

"It's a good thing they're sensitive, if they can't be ashamed of me" muttered Milley.

However, instead of removing the link of his hand, Dylan increasingly wrestled spoiled at Milley. Smelling the fragrant body of his intoxicating wife.

"My dear husband, can not take off his hand for a moment, want to lift the dish first."

"Eh, no need, let the waiter prepare our breakfast. He's ready to lift his vows."

"Sir, please take care of all this!" dylan's Letters.

"Ready, Young Master."

Milley sighed, "Based on the behavior of the rich."

"Yes already then, Ma'am please lift the message. The food put it in the bowl I prepared, yeah."

"Good, Miss."

Milley took off the apron and followed Dylan who kept holding her hand and taking her forward. Dylan won't let Milley fuss over the kitchen.

"Where are you going, in a hurry."

"Later you'll know, too, dear."

"really?"

"Sure!"

Milley resigned because Dylan did not let the link of his hand slip at all. Although still timid when the bodyguards looked at them, Milley enjoyed it.

"Where, good, no?"

Milley was speechless, looking at the beauty that was happening before him at this moment. He had no idea that Dylan could take him to his favorite place.

The expanse of the blue ocean with a stretch of white sandbed, painted as if nature was fused with their presence. The line of coconut trees further added to the shade of the beach atmosphere that morning.

It turns out that Dylan brought Milley to enjoy the sea view that really amazes the eye. Last night he missed it because Dylan locked him in his room, but this morning a beautiful stretch of beach was presented in front of him.

Dylan stood behind Milley and rested his chin on Milley's shoulder. Wrapped his hands together so Milley wouldn't let go. Now the new husband was busy enjoying the beautiful paintings of nature by the Owner of Life.

"Thank you, Dylan. I really love you, dear."

"So did I, honey. I will always try to take care of you and always make you happy."

"Aamiin, thank you."