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"D*mn you perverted b*st*rd!"
With a flushed face, Angelo rushed downstairs. Mark’s mother- who was relaxing in the living room was surprised- when she saw the look- of her daughter-in-law that- was as red a beet.
“What happened to you?” She straightened her seating position and gestures for her daughter-in-law to sit beside her. “Are you sick or something?”
Angelo sat beside Mark’s mother with her head hung down due to embarrassment. The feeling of Mark’s bulge against Aimie’s skin sent shivers to Angelo’s soul. He was shaking not because of fear but because he was angry at what- the perverted b*st*rd did.
“I’m fine, mom.” When Angelo remembered that she was in the presence of Mark’s mother- she tried to hide his anger and calmly replied to her.
“Then why is your face so red?”
Mark’s mother then gently rubbed his back and inquired further but, Angelo only shook his he
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Mark stayed in the room- that was: covered in pink for a few seconds: before marching in the direction that his- wife had taken. He planned to intercept his wife and surprise her. When Mark- is half a distance; towards his room. He saw the back of his wife and was angrily stomping her feet due to anger. Mark chortled before rushing- like a bull towards his wife; he then carried her like she was a sack of rice- on his back. Everything happened so fast- that it made Angelo unable to process what was happening, he only felt that his vision was spinning and that he was suddenly being carried- like a sack of rice. It took him some seconds to process that Mark had carried him on his shoulder. “You, what are you doing?” Angelo began to; struggle because of the awkward position that; he was forced into- by Mark. “Put me down.” “No can do and please stop struggling,” Mark then spank the buttocks of his wife. “You pervert!” Angelo shouted
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“Then that is because of your clumsiness, anyway it’s just for this night. I would not lock you in there forever. Then enjoy each other’s company.” Mark’s mother said before she turned off the video call. Mark and Angelo looked at one another with confused expressions on their faces. “What are we going to do?” Angelo broke the silence between them and began to ask for Mark’s suggestion- of what they are going to do now that they- are purposely locked together inside the room. Mark first looked at his wife intently before replying to her. “Nothing. It’s not like my mom is forcing us to do something other than demanding for us to sleep together in the same bed; of this very room,” Mark stretched his arms and rose from his seat- he then went to the dressing to get change. “Baby, all you need is- to endure for a few more days. It’s not like my mom is going to stay here for good. She’s only going to stay here for a week or two and th
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When Angelo was inside the bathroom- he turned on the cold shower to calm his seething anger. He stayed inside the bathroom for a couple of hours- so that he could avoid both Mark and his mother. It took Angelo two hours to finish the shower and when he went out of the bathroom. Angelo became confused as he had not seen a single person in the bed-chamber. He shrugged and directly went to the vanity table to dry off his hair. After Angelo dried off- the medium-length hair; of Aimie. Angelo then went- to Aimie’s designated dressing room- which is on the opposite side of Mark’s dressing room. Angelo then picks out the outfit- that he had worn when he went to see his own burial- from the closet since that was the only formal wear; Angelo could think of and, at the same time- it was comfortable to wear. With one last look- at the body- he had possessed- on the full-sized mirror- that is found- on Aimie’s walk-in closet. Angelo then exited the dressi
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Both Angelo and Mark’s mother immediately took their seat and waited for the waiter to put the necessary utensils on their table. When the utensils; were finally neatly arranged, they started to head towards the table where the variety of food was being- displayed. With shiny eyes- Angelo placed- on his plate a little- of every food; that was served- on the buffet table. When his plate had already gotten full, Angelo went back to their table and set down the platter- that was full of food. He then grabbed an empty platter and started filling it with another batch of foods. When he- was done- filling his plate. He went back to the table and, this time Angelo, waited for Mark’s mother to finish her food selection. When Mark’s mother- was done- placing food on her plate. She went back to their designated table. As she was approaching her daughter-in-law, her eyes went wide the instant she saw the platter- that was full of food on the table.
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A loud burp- was heard when Angelo- was finally done eating his sumptuous meal. He then grabbed- a short piece of pointed wood on the table and began to remove bits of food that- were stuck in between his teeth. Mark’s mother wrinkled her brows when she saw the crude behavior of her daughter-in-law. She lightly wiped her lips with the table napkin before looking at Aimie with a look that says- she better act sensibly or else she would pinch her ears. Mark’s mother was trying to send signals through her gaze- to Aimie, but the said daughter-in-law had not noticed the; signals she had sent to her. The gorgeous tigress could only grit her teeth and gestured for the waiter to bring the bill folder. When the waiter- had given the bill folder to her- Mark’s mother took out a card- from her wallet and without giving a glance at her ungracious daughter-in-law. She placed her card on the bill folder and handed it to the waiter- to which the waiter politely took the bill folder and st
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Mrs. Weller notices that Madam Castro was looking in the direction wherein a woman was eating some sort- of snack together with the staff- of the store. She furrowed her brows, and as if an idea crossed her mind, Mrs. Weller grinned from ear to ear at what she thought. “Is that lady together with the staff perhaps, the daughter-in-law you're talking of?” Mark’s mother mumbled some curses as she didn’t expect that Mrs. Weller to be so sharp- that she had found Aimie the second she became distracted by Mrs. Weller’s inquiry. “Yes, she’s the one that my son, Mark- had married.” Mark’s mother confirmed while trying to transmit her message to her daughter-in-law using only her mind. But it seems- that it was not effective since her daughter-in-law didn’t spare her a glance instead she was busy munching popcorn- from who knows where she got. Mrs. Weller scrutinized the woman that Madam Castro had a second ago acknowledged as her son’s wife. Her temples furr
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Angelo’s head heated with every word that the woman- who looks like a toad had spoken, if he could knock some senses on the ugly toad, then he would have done it gladly, but since she was the friend of Mark’s mother, she needs to be respectful to her. “But I want to teach this ugly toad some lesson. How dare she tell me, I don’t have any interesting attributes. For her information, I am the most valuable player in playing mobile games. I have even gotten different offers from the e-sports association because of my outstanding play, and here is this ugly toad saying I don’t have any worth. And how dare she say that this body I possess is just plain looking. If my appearance is plain, then what about her appearance? This woman is a joker; how can he say that Aimie is plain-featured; your face is much worse than mine.” As Angelo was grumbling in his mind, Mark’s mother decided to speak up for his daughter-in-law, “If my daughter-in-law is plain-looking; w
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The salon staff was busy tweaking Angelo’s hair here and there that Angelo could feel the ache seeping right through his scalp. After washing and uprooting his hair, the beautician started adding some dye to his medium-length hair. Angelo squinted as he felt the hair dye; being applied on Aimie’s hair- which is now his own. When the beautician- was done applying; hair dye to his hair, Angelo tried to move his sore shoulders as it took almost an hour for the salon staff to finish applying hair dye to his hair. Angelo grabbed a random magazine which was piled up; in the rolling trolley cart. He almost jumped in joy when the magazine he had randomly selected had the face of his goddess Amanda as its magazine cover. Angelo mesmerisingly looked at the woman for 3 minutes, as if he was memorizing the features- of the lady- that were on the magazine cover. When his eyes- was finally full because of his goddess Amanda. Angelo immediately flipped the pages and stopped- at a page wher
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