The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Mavericks
Conscious of the circumstances

A gentle pat was felt behind her cheek and the beautiful face of the old woman was seen constantly staring anxiously at Irene.

As soon as the female eyeball opened Irene could feel a glare light piercing through the layers of her eyeballs along with a shrill cry throughout her ear area out of nowhere.

Even a whisper crossed his ear for a moment.

"Take me off, Ireland"

The sound was Exactly like a whisper that was so terrible, hovering in his ear then disappeared, but a split second later the sound disappeared with the wind.

"Darling, can you hear me?"

Irene was still silent when she got the question from the woman in front of her, she realized now she was lying on the bed, even more surprising that she was in the lap of Mavericks.

"You okay?"

This time it was Mavericks who asked him with an anxious look, the man let his thighs which Irene was resting on.

Still trying to get used to her eyeballs because of the glare of her scenery lights that were above the ceiling of the room, Irene tried to eliminate the glare behind her eyeballs.

Not knowing why Irene could see some scratches around the Mavericks neck and there was one scratch on the right cheek of the man.

"Don't scare me like this again"

Mavericks continued his words.

Irene was still unmoved, she frowned for some time while staring at the Mavericks and her in-laws in turn.

"What happened to your face?"

This time he asked while frowning, Instead of caring about himself he instead cared about the Mavericks face first.

"Are we robbing?"

Irene tries to get up from her position slowly, as the Mavericks try to help her get to her best position.

Irene thought her head was so painful, her wrists were numb, her cheeks were sore and her neck was so sore as she stared at their room that it looked so messy, everything was strewn everywhere, as if there had just been a robbery there, or maybe there was a powerful earthquake that occurred without his knowledge or even their room could have just been hit by the wind****pick.

Getting a question from Irene, the two people look silent, suddenly his in-laws appear while carrying a p3k box towards him.

"We have to treat his wounds first"

When the man said about the wound, Irene momentarily knitted her eyebrows together.

"Who's hurt?"

Ask her later.

"Of course, son, don't you see? what the hell's going on? did you have a bad dream?"

Mrs Tayron spoke quickly, she gently touched the skin of Irene's neck, then her cheeks and now the woman only realized that the pain she felt in her neck was due to a wound she did not know.

For a moment he gently touched his own cheek, he could feel something scratching on his cheek.

For a moment Irene's eyeballs caught Mavericks' face, as if she had just realized something.

They had the same injuries and were in the exact same position as well, Irene clearly frowned.

"What's the truth?"

The question immediately slid quickly from behind his lips.