ENTANGLED IN ADULT LOVE
THE WOMAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING

It was still too early, but Lana had woken up with pain wrapped around her stomach.

When she first opened her eyes perfectly Lana felt a little dazed.

'I'm where this is..?'

And Lana almost screamed when she found a hairy arm circling her hips and stomach. Fortunately, he quickly regained his senses and silenced his own mouth with his palm, but nevertheless Lana still felt shocked when she realized that she deserved to have fallen asleep very soundly, because it turns out all night he slept on a soft and expensive bed owned by Mr. Arshlan.

Not only that, Lana had even slept in the man's arms all night..!

'Oh em ji.. What dream was I all night so that I was treated to this sweet sight in the morning..?'

Lana felt the chest of Mr. Arshlan's field that was still asleep, touching the firm jaw.. and just now wanting to wander more while her tummy that feels wrapped around the subject has made Lana withdraw her mischievous hand that is secretly taking advantage of exploring Mr. Arshlan's astonishingly perfect body.

Realizing the pain that increasingly whack, made Lana bite her lips firmly.

With forced Lana inching up and down from the bed Mr. Arshlan with a style of slacking, afraid if a little noise will wake the angry man.

With a slow step finally Lana can also come out of the room, walking while pressing her stomach which now feels perfect cramps.

"Mrs, where are you going..?"

Lana who had now stepped over painstakingly turned her head towards the voice that greeted her.

Jo's assistant is seen standing not far from there, watching Lana's strange movements.

'This guy is so early already looking so neat. Does he never sleep and rest?'

Lana nodded at the sight of Assistant Jo who had looked dapper in her suit when the day was still very early, even the sun had not appeared.

The man's appearance is always this neat, so Lana is curious as well whether Assistant Jo sleeps or not at night, because the man is like a zombie, always looks alert all day.

"I'm. I'm going back to my room.."

"Why did the Madam want to go back to the room earlier? is Mr. Arshlan the.."

Lana shook her head quickly, dispelling Assistant Jo's opinion of her intentions of wanting to return to the previous room. "No Assistant Jo. At the moment Mr. Arshlan is still sound asleep. She just didn't know I was out of her room ."

"If that is the case, the Lady must not leave without Mr. Arshlan's permission first Madam.."

"Sorry Assistant Jo, but my stomach is hurting. I just don't want the sound of my poor era holding back the pain, it will disturb Mr. Arshlan's sleep." Lana said with an honest expression.

"So the madam is sick? then I should call the doctor."

"My stomach is hurting, Assistant Jo. But don't worry, this happens every time I have a monthly guest." said Lana tried to smile before the face of Assistant Jo flat and minimal expression, just like her employer.

"Does the Madam need anything?" ask Assistant Jo again.

"No. No need, Assistant Jo, I just need to sleep, and the pain will recover by itself." lana refused still insisted on refusing any help, so Assistant Jo could not do anything. He could only watch over Lana's body climbing up the manual stairs one by one with limped steps.

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As soon as Arshlan wakes up, she is amazed to find no trace of Lana on her bed.

But Arshlan chose to hold back his curiosity by shuffling into the bathroom, because considering he had to attend an important invitation from a minister, who had invited several businessmen who became public celebrities at a meeting this afternoon.

'After all, what can the boy do while he is in his house filled with guards everywhere..?'

"Assistant Jo, has Her come yet?" arshlan asked as soon as she walked out of the room and found Assistant Jo standing straight by the door of her room.

"Since then, sir, Her is waiting for you in the front."

Arshlan nodded, hurriedly stepping her feet towards the living room.

"Master, don't you want to have breakfast first?"

"No. I'm in a hurry" Arshlan said as she glanced at the expensive timepiece coiled around her wrist without scrapping her long steps in the slightest. "Oh yeah.. Assistant Jo, have you seen Lana?"

"So then shubuh Madam Lana came out of the master's room and returned to the previous room on the fourth floor. Lady Lana.."

"Her, we better get going now."

Assistant Jo's sentence was not finished when Arshlan had invited Her to leave immediately.

"Mr Arshlan, Mrs Lana.."

"Leave it if she's back in her room. It was even better, because it meant that he also knew himself, and realized where the real place was..!"

What a word Arshlan.

"Continue watching the boy, lest he come back to throwing tantrums..!!" arshlan said again before boarding his car.

"Well, Mister.." inevitably Assistant Jo ended up nodding as well, as it was Mr. Arshlan who looked extremely hurried as if he had no time to listen to what Assistant Jo wanted to say, about his little wife who looks not feeling well.

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The meeting led directly by Mr. Minister involving several number one businessmen in the country is nothing more than an effort by the government to ask for full support from the private sector, in order to further promote government efforts, in order to achieve the economic jot of the country.

The presence of large entrepreneurs certainly has a positive influence in building a chain of the wheels of the economy itself, therefore, the government aims to embrace the millionaires to further promote the utilization of resources both natural and human originating from within the country.

And the meeting was more appropriate like a light discussion, which went smoothly until the end.

Arshlan had said his farewell to the Minister because he already had his next meeting schedule with some new investors, while someone had blocked his move that was about to pass from the building, towards the basement.

"Hi, Arsh long time no see.."

Marcos.

Marco is Arshlan's arch-enemy over the past few years after having the worst record of Arshlan's past.

Marco is also a fierce rival of Arshlan's business, from several major tender fights.

"Go away, I don't have time to serve you!" arshlan said with a flat face.

Arshlan tries to pass and avoid the man as soon as possible, before his emotions overflow uncontrollably as they already have.

"I found Rosalin drunk and crazy in a bar last night.."

Hearing that sentence made Arshlan step foot down. It made Marco smile as he felt he had managed to hold back the arrogant man's steps.

"Because of pity, I had to take her back to my mansion.."

Arshlan turned around and smiled cynically towards Marco. "I'm not surprised to hear it, because you really like to collect leftovers that I no longer need. It has been your hobby since the beginning..!" sindir Arshlan, who made Marco's laughter break just like that.

"I feel humbled. But how else, I really like everything that's yours.."

Arshlan was furious not playing to hear the casual speech. But Marco is not satisfied.

"I was shocked when Rosalin said that you were married. I don't want to believe it, but.. Is that all true, Arsh? are you really married..?"

Arshlan was silent while looking at Marco's face with an increasingly furious face.

"If you're married. Then what about Maura's fate..?"

"If you feel sorry for her, you can take her..!"

"What..?!"

"Why are you surprised? shouldn't you be responsible for that cheap woman? aren't you ashamed to walk free all this time, and let me take responsibility for all your actions..?"

Marco smiled, even chuckling. "Hehe.. How else, Arsh..? long ago he only wanted you, not me." - Marco.

"You..?!"

Marco took a few steps back to realize that Arshlan was like he had been planning to punch him.

"Wait a minute. Calm yourself, Arsh.." said Marco in a panic.

"Then get out of the way quickly. Don't get in my way."

"Alright. alright, but I just want to convey an invitation for you." said Marco.

"I'm not interested."

"Oh come on, Arsh. Come with your wife."

Arshlan looked at Marco deeply. As if to find out what the purpose of the scheming brain Marco who looks so eager to know the existence and truth of the story about his wife alone.

"All right, I admit it. I was curious about Rosalin's story. Has your taste become that low..?" marco said with a face holding back laughter.

"What's your max?!" hardik Arshlan's.

"A geeky girl who forced herself to look se xy like a pela cur, so you darkened your eyes in an instant, and then dragged her to bed like a madman.."

"Shut your mouth..!!"

With a movement of less than a split second, Arshlan had blocked Marco's shirt collar and banged the man's body against the wall. Strangled him.

"Again calling my wife a bad word, I swear I will take away your life..!!"

"Le-let go of me Arssshh.."

"Tell Rosalin, and all the women out there, that it's true my taste has changed. I am no longer interested in cheap old women, because my wife is young, young, beautiful, exciting, and she has everything that no woman has..!"

Then Arshlan threw Marco's body just like that, until he almost fell into the floor. But even so, with a neck that was painful because it was suffocated, Marco could still laugh cynically.

"Your wife has everything? aren't you wrong, Arsh..? all I heard was that she was even a servant who had become a slave to your lust, before you dragged her to the wedding hall with her shabby clothes.."

Arshlan's teeth rattled to hear everything Marco revealed about the truth about Lana.

"Whoever he is, the servant though, when he stands beside an Arshlan, then by itself the woman has everything. There's no woman out there that matches her. Did you get here. You already understand the difference..?!"

Marco looked at Arshlan as if defiant. "Then wait, Arsh..? quickly show that proud woman of yours to the whole world, and let's see how the world will judge her..!"

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Seriate..

Gemes I. pop this novel is very difficult to ride.. 😭

Come on, who likes Lana, tighten her support donghh.. 😅

Thx and Lophyuu.. 😘