The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Mavericks
There must have been a mistake

And in the end yesterday morning the Willsons became a foggy mess, everyone knows their daughter-in-law Irene can't remember anything and can't even remember anyone among them, after experiencing Koma for almost ½ years in an accident first, even the girl did not remember who her mother or her own husband was.

Husband?!.

the girl frowned.

Irene stared at the towering apartment in front of her, after struggling with a groggy head since yesterday about her completely absent memories, finally the man who said he was her father-in-law and the woman who said her mother-in-law had decided to have Irene return to her husband's residence this afternoon.

Besides it was her residence, they wanted Irene to start remembering small things from there, who knew that her disappearing memories would come from her and her husband's residence.

Irene walked slowly into the luxury apartment that was a towering apartment and more exactly like a skyscraper in the city center.

Some strange architectural styles that seem a little scary plastered there, some corners there are many trees that adorn the edges, and, even when he entered one of the rooms he realized just how big the building for one room was there.

Does she think her husband is this rich? tajir twisting and a billionaire?.

"Lord is behind, Miss."

A female servant who had since walked behind her while carrying her suitcase spoke and startled her thinking.

"Ah yes."

the girl answered quickly.

Then the waiter took the suitcase into a room.

Irene walked towards the back of the woman, she saw a swimming pool the size of the yard of the house that was designed in such a way and was conjured with extraordinary so that the residents felt at home for a long time there.

As Irene's eyes rounded as she watched the cold and haughty man who she said (note said) was her husband had just come out of the pool, his body was simply wrapped in ****** ***** short without using anything.

Nature really does damage the eyes. 

Let the girl in his heart, he tried to slightly close his eyeballs.

Oh, too, if it is missed.

Hurriedly he fixed his gaze.

Lumanyan to wash his eyes when his brain feels out of sync because of his state of mind.

And it was obvious that the man was aware of Irene's arrival but he casually walked up to the girl without thinking about using his towel.

"You've gone home hmm?"

"I hope you haven't done as much wrong as before"

She snorted softly as if to signal that their marriage before her must have been very boring.

The girl momentarily looked at this man, then said.

"You're sure we're Mr Mavericks' husband and wife ?,"

The man called Mavericks raised his eyebrows, he thought whether this girl had gone mad dared to say his name.

"I think there must have been a mistake in this marriage before."

Irene again.

The man scrunched his forehead.

"You're really not my type, how could I possibly be interested in marrying you first?,"

ask him again suddenly, watching the man he called the Mavericks from the tip of his foot to the tip of his head.

"I'm sure something must have happened until I wanted to marry you, if it wasn't under threat it meant I must be in a pretty depressed state."

After saying so Irene turned around intending to leave the Mavericks with her million thoughts.

As Mavericks grinned, he grunted softly then grabbed the towel that was on the lounge chair by the pool, tied the towel to his waist and chased after Irene's steps.

"You sure?'

Suddenly the man tugged at Irene's waist, then suddenly the Mavericks clutched himself just like a sack of rice

"Akhhh..yakkk Mavericks..."

Irene was clearly screaming hysterically, she was trying to lower her body off the shoulder of the man, but the tighter he tried to break away the tighter the man clasped his ass and forced him from the spot to the direction.

Rooms?!.

Rooms?!.

"Yakkk Mavericks what do you want to do?"

Strike again with a wave.