Second Marriage: My Strongest Bodyguard

When after relaxing in the garden next to the house, Bryana invited Dean to immediately enter the house directly to the room by guiding him. Arriving in the room, she invited her husband to take a bath together, because he was worried that he would fall because he couldn't stand up on his own.

After taking a shower, Dean sat in the walk-in closet, in a white chair, wearing only a waist-length towel, while Bryana stood in front of the closet wearing only a gray bathrobe and pinning all of her hair upwards.

"Just get some shorts," Dean shouted because wearing long pants would be a bit difficult because his legs still hurt.

"Okay," Bryana said casually. She opened the wardrobe that contained Dean's special clothes. "What about the clothes? What color do you want to wear?"

"Just get me a thin white t-shirt. I'm always hot at night," Dean replied, staring at his leg that wouldn't heal. He felt uncomfortable and didn't want to bother his pregnant wife.

Bryana nodded her head as she chose Dean's clothes. at that time, she found a small photo tucked between the folds of a pile of pants. She took the photo and looked at it it was a photo she had seen always in Dean's wallet.

"Do you only have one photo of Clarissa?" Bryana asked as she walked over to Dean and handed him the clothes.

"There's a lot in the old house," Dean replied.

"Sometimes I want to see it," said Bryana still staring at the photo. Again, there was regret because she had never seen her cousin in her life and even her death was because her father attacked Gustave's residence.

"Then ... tomorrow after I meet Kareen I'll take you to the grave and then to the house," said Dean as he put on his t-shirt.

"Can you tell me about her?" Bryana asked.

Dean looked at Bryana with a frown. "About her?"

"Eh…. I mean….I want to know what about her character, her habits… and is it just our faces that look alike, or do we have similar traits?"Bryana was still staring at the photo. She was sitting on a short white divan which was a drawer containing a collection of ties and watches.

Dean smirked remembering about Clarissa. "She is a woman who is gentle ... graceful and very easy to cry. You could say, she is a typical woman who is weak and easily hurt, but she is very caring," he said.

Bryana nodded her head in understanding. ."she doesn't look like me?" She asked with a smile.

"You guys are similar, but your characters are a bit different. You're wild and very assertive, but you're also gentle, caring, and also motherly," Dean replied casually.

"Can you tell me how you can love her?" Briana asked again..she became addicted to information about her dead cousin.

Dean sighed, then grabbed the photo from Bryana's hand and immediately looked at it. "At first I just helped her and brought her to live with me in my rented house..she is very happy because she can live free from her father's enemies ... She also pays attention to me, always waiting for me when I am not home from work. And we ended up falling in love with each other because we were often together."

"How could she die? I mean... don't you guys live in a simple house... why when daddy attacked Gustave's house, she was also shot?" asked Bryana again.

"At that time, early in the morning I drove her to Gustave's house because she wanted to meet her mother . . but at night I just got home from work, I immediately followed her and the situation was already chaotic was shot with her mother, and they died ... fortunately, Sofia who was still in the womb, could be saved and immediately taken by Caesarean section," Dean explained again remembering the terrible event.

"Oh, God...." Bryana took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. She looked at Dean who was facing the sad events caused by her father. "No wonder you left me when you found out that daddy was the mastermind behind the incident…because what you feel must be very painful."

Dean smiled faintly then reached out his hand to grab Bryana's left hand. He slightly looked up at his wife who looked sad. "I have accepted everything sincerely, even I have got a more beautiful replacement, that's you."

"Do you love me as much as you do?" Bryana asked.

"I felt a tremor in my heart the first time I met you .. and with Clarissa, I love her because you are often together," Dean replied, remembering the first time he met Bryana.

"You love two women who are sisters . . . maybe if she were still alive, it would be a different story," Bryana mumbled then got off the divan. "Tomorrow we have to go to my father's grave and her grave too."

Dean nodded, looked at Bryana who was now selecting clothes in the closet for herself, then put them on. His wife was wearing a knee-length blue dress with open sleeves.

"Why don't you put your pants on right away?" Bryana asked because Dean was staring at her absentmindedly.

"Because you didn't get me underwear," Dean answered, raising his eyebrows while holding the black boxer shorts that Bryana had brought him. "I never wear pants without underwear."

"Hahaha sorry, I forgot." Bryana chuckled amused at Dean's expression. she immediately took her husband's underwear from the closet, then gave it to her husband.

Dean grabbed the underwear and quickly put it on but struggled. "Oh my God... I still can't."

"Let me put it on," Bryana shouted, squatting down and slowly inserting Dean's leg into the underwear hole because it still hurt.

"I'm useless. I can't even wear my pants," Dean muttered sadly.

"Don't say that. .you're like this because you're still sick and one day you'll be back to normal," Bryana said then asked Dean to stand on one leg with his hands on her shoulders. she removed the towel wrapped around her husband's waist and then raised the underwear to cover his shriveled cock, making her smile amused. Hahaha...

"Why are you smiling like that?" asked Dean, frowning.

"It's okay," Bryana replied, sitting back down on Dean.

"Tell me why you're smiling like that," Dean said coldly.

Bryana sighed, tried to stop smiling, and said, "I'm just in love with him."

"Who?" asked Dean in surprise.

"Here," Bryana replied, feeling Dean's cock which was covered in underwear. "He's so cute when he's not in action."

Dean smiled sheepishly, glancing at Bryana in horror. "Just watch out. If I'm cured, I won't make you rest all night."

"Oiya? Then I will wait for that moment!" Bryana smiled and was even challenged. "Now put on your boxers first, then go to your room and I'll get you some food."

"I'm not hungry." Dean gets a little curt when he remembers having to eat and take medicine, it makes him unhappy...

"You have to eat regularly, then take medicine to get well soon...because if I don't get well soon, I'll be idle at night, just lying around holding you in my arms..."

"You want to make love?" asked Dean.

"I'll hold on until you get better," Bryana replied then shoved Dean's leg into the hole in his boxers. She looks like she's wearing pants on Aidyn, making her chuckle again, as well as Dean who can only surrender because he can't wear his pants. Hahaha

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