The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Mavericks
a little toying with her

If anyone asks Irene to know the figure of the man in front of her who is walking to approach everyone, Irene,

Her answer.

Forgot it!.

Hahahaha I forgot.

Inner Irene while holding back her bitter laughter.

But it wasn't strange enough when the man called his name Ireland Xavier.

How many people have continued to call the name for him, but strangely he feels quite foreign to his own name.

I don't know maybe the effect of forgetting the memories that hit him made him forget everyone without exception.

But behind the question about his memory, talking about the figure of a man who was walking towards Himself and looking at himself meaningfully really made him stunned.

How do you explain it?!.

The man really has a figure that is so warm and soft, clearly visible from the figure of the man is a type of man who is humble, humorous, humorous, I like to smile and have an above average IQ.

In addition to having a face that is so calm and relaxed, this type of face is quite capable of tempting any woman or girl who sees it.

And believe that behind such a face holds so many secrets in his heart.

Can Irene guess He is the type of man who can not be guessed where his heart really wants to dock.

Back to the man who said.

"You're here too, Ireland Xavier"

It clearly made Irene frown.

"Yes?"

Irene could only ask while staring into the face of the man who was now suddenly standing right on his right side.

he thought about whether the wounded fool and useless himself, when everyone knew him but Irene could not even remember a single person among his All.

Ah, stupid time.

Instead of dizzy thinking about the circumstances, she preferred to throw away the thoughts that could make her face grow old quickly.

Beauty and sooner or later shrinking happens to women because they think too much about this and that in their lives, and Irene doesn't want that to happen to her face.

I'm not very pretty, if the wrinkles are dangerous too, well forget about persolan things that are not important at this time, let's focus on....

Back Irene glanced at the man who was beside her.

Isn't she so sweet? much sweeter than that bastard?.

Inner Irene while trying to hold back her smile.

Lumanyan can be a chatting friend and....

Irene's brain became a little bit clenched, she was thinking of bringing the man to play a little with the callous male lion.

How would it feel if I was attracted to another man and I ignored him?!.

Irene continued to speak in her heart while trying to hold back her laughter.

"Ahhh yes I am also here... hmmm...?"

Irene hurriedly answered the man's words quickly.

Yakkk answer what is your name? I tried to guess her from earlier.

Irene tried to play her eyebrows while moving her fingers slightly, trying to code the man to tell him what his name was.

Seeing Irene's movements at once the man smelled her smile.

"Grey, didn't you forget my name Ireland?"

He asked softly towards the woman.

For a moment Irene frowned at her expression.

"I'm sorry"

Irene softly said regretfully as it was difficult for her to remember the name of the man.

Grey looks back on his smile.

"Don't take it too seriously, I think the impact on your head when the accident still hasn't improved"

The man then moved away from Irene but before her he gently touched Irene's shoulder for some time.

Oath to anything, the man's actions and manner instantly made the Mavericks feel uneasy, the man frowned as he looked towards Grey with a gaze filled with hostility.

Do I have to beat up that guy?!.

inner Mavericks with a look of dislike.