The Desire of the Cold Militant
What a sweet morning

After making sure he had used all his clothes, Azlan moved towards the direction of the lower floor, walking down one by one the stairs, then he began to approach the dining table.

the man had now sat on the chair facing the square dining table, he grabbed the cup of warm tea the waiter had prepared since, for a moment Azlan's eyeballs noticed the edges of the teacup, the man ascertained whatever level of hygiene he would drink or eat.

"Does anyone want you to eat this afternoon?"

A servant asked Azlan while waiting for his answer.

For a moment the man was silent, he remembered the end of next Sunday, well.he gave Nadine a week to decide to accept or reject his wishes, he said, and this weekend he didn't even have any activities at all.

He thought he should have said yesterday 2 days!.

Wouldn't that speed up all business?!.

But by the way what does that have to do with the end of Sunday this time?!.

Ah never mind, Azlan thought lately he was more precisely like a man who lost his sane mind due to falling in love with someone.

"Can aunt give me a suggestion?"

Ask Azlan later.

getting such a question from her master, it was obvious that it made the old woman frown.

Everyone knows that the man is not the type of person who wants to ask others for advice, especially on his old self.

"You can ask and I'll answer you as best I can"

Said the servant girl quickly.

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Nadine's main mansion

Nadine is seen sitting on her white domineering mattress for some time, she momentarily glances towards the glass tolet that is in front of her, can he see the circle of the eyeball panda 🐼 meets his beautiful eyes.

Just one night after Azlan said that just giving himself time to think 1 Sunday made his sleep quite disturbed.

He should perform the Istikharah prayer, asking for instructions on the choice.

Trying to pacing around in a state of obscurity all night even after that his head was throbbing erratically, not to mention he had to struggle with the job of pursuing the joint project that he had intertwined with Azlan.

plus he has to think about Bill Rowland and his Daddy.

Smoky.

Fortunately he thought this was the weekend, otherwise there might be time he could sleep in his office without being able to be prevented back.

Nadine again tried to lay her body on the mattress, she thought who knew her eyeballs could be brought together but in the end all her hopes were in vain.

The girl finally moved quickly from the top of her mattress and grabbed the towel on the hanger and then moved towards the bathroom.

he thought self-cleaning was the most appropriate option at the moment, after which perhaps breakfast would be his next choice.

But not yet he reached the bathroom, suddenly heard bell 🔔 intercom downstairs echoing up to his room.

He moved around his body reluctantly, still wearing his nightgown as well as the condition of the hair as well as the disheveled face of the girl stepping out of his room.

The waiter's aunt may have opened the front door, but Nadine spontaneously came down and thought that Mommy might come at this hour.

He yawned widely, closed his mouth for a moment and asked the servant's aunt.

"Sir.is that Mommy?"

Asked the girl as she yawned once more, she stretched out her arms while trying to stare ahead, peeking for a moment for not hearing the words.

But suddenly one voice shocked him from behind his ear.

"I just found out when I woke up his face was this innocent"

Huhhhh

As Nadine choked, she turned around and saw Azlan Del Piero was in her house, The man developed his most beautiful smile.

The girl was clearly choked as if she had entered into a dreamland for a few seconds, but a split second later she suddenly regained her senses quickly, without thinking two or three times he ran around in panic and hysterics towards the top floor to his room and bathroom.

Brakkkkk

Nadine closed her bathroom door with an irregular heartbeat.

Nokkk

Why is he here so early?!.

Her screams in the heart.