Trapped by a Handsome Wolf
CHAPTERS. 95 Ngidam?

Greb....

Jordan was not a man with a myriad of stock patience, and what his wife did was make her blood boil. Without warning, Jordan immediately carried Rara and took her into the car.

Although silent, but Rara had already put on her disheveled face, and Jordan did not care about that. "Don't test my patience, baby." Jordan fastens Rara's belt and drives her car.

There was no talk during the trip, until now they arrived home. Brody who became the housekeeper immediately opened the gate when he knew the red car that belonged to his boss arrived. "Sir." said Brody and was responded with a car horn by Jordan. Tiinn....

After landing safely, Rara immediately ran into the house without a word and even forgot her little bag. Jordan just shook his head slowly and immediately brought Rara's bag and followed. "Master. have you come home?" Tanya bi Miri the housekeeper.

"Where's my wife?"

"The lady ran straight to the toilet downstairs, sir."

Jordan furrowed his brows and immediately followed Rara's whereabouts. When he arrived at the door, Jordan found Rara not okay. Now Jordan's mind was filled with worry and as soon as possible he approached her.

huekk..

"Darling why are you?" Asked Jordan while rubbing Rara. huekk's back slowly, it was not finished yet, Rara regurgitated her stomach in the sink.

Srassshh....

When she was finished, Rara washed her mouth and hands. Her eyes were a little teary and Rara's face was paled. "Where's that sick, Ra?" Rara just kept quiet and immediately rushed into Jordan's arms.

"Hiks.. hurts." Rara is still in the same position. Jordan knew it, but he was confused as to how.

"yes ...where does it hurt, hm?"

"this." Rara loosened the embrace then pointed at her left chest. It was hard code, indicating that Rara's heart was still torn apart because of the incident during the shooting earlier. A smile appeared until Jordan landed a brief kiss on his little lips. Cup..

"Jealous?" Jordan raised next to his eyebrows and Rara nodded slowly in response. Jordan knew it was going to happen, and he had anticipated it. After thinking about it again, now break even because Jordan was also upset when Rara admired the ice cream seller man earlier.

"Sama, me too. It feels like my heart is torn seeing you admire another man." Jordan is grumbling.

"No matter how comparable see husband himself making out with other women." Jamb...Rara returned to that. Rara understands what kind of entertainment world, still as sick as her heart.

"Honey. This must be mostly ice cream." accuse Jordan.

Jordan touched Rara's forehead and was indeed a little warm. As quickly as possible Jordan carried Rara and brought her to the room.

"sickness. Bi please make bean porridge yes, later deliver to the top."

"No porridge. " Roose Rara. Jordan was stunned to stop his steps while staring at Rara in his cradle. "Keep, what do you want?" ask Jordan again. Rara leaned her head back against Jordan's chest while thinking. A few seconds passed, and it was already almost a jumble of Jordan waiting for Rara to think.

"Chicken bangkok in pindang seasoning ala padang." Jordan shriveled at Rara's words. While bi Miri just smiled at the wishes of her employer. Jordan doesn't even understand what kind of chicken it is.

"bi, what's that bangkok chicken?"

" that's mister, red rooster whose stature is big. isn't it madam? " bi Miri glanced towards Rara.

"Bukaaaannnn, I don't want that bangkok chicken. I want a chicken from Bangkok Thailand, which can say sawadikhap."

"Darling, your request is strange. How can a chicken say that?" Jordan said in denial.

"There is a chicken living in Thailand. Anyway I want that and you're the one who should be looking for."

Jordan stepped back and laid Rara on the bed. Rara's mainstay style that makes Jordan think hard. Does he really have to go to that country? thought Jordan.

"Ra, what is your wish that you can't bargain with?" jordan and Rara asked. Shortly thereafter, Rara ran back to the toilet, while Jordan followed.

Hueekk...

"You're sick Ra. I'll call the doctor to check first."

" How's the chicken?" Rara looked at him with her face.

"That's it later." Jordan rubbed Rara's cheek and immediately contacted her personal doctor.

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- To Be Continued