Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 60

Marcello stared at his bed that had now turned 180 degrees. No more luxurious and magnificent beds like his. There is only a small wooden bed and on it there is a mattress of the same size.

"Huh! Come, Marcello. Rest assured, you can definitely get through this!" he muttered while preparing to lay down his body in that place.

Marcello walked up to the bed and began to lay down his body there.

"Good start and it looks like I'll be fine here!" marcello said with a cynical smile.

Marcello began to look for a good position by turning his body back. However, he still could not find his comfortable position. Maybe because the mattress is getting worn out or maybe because the man is not used to it.

"Yes, God! This bed is hard. How could I possibly sleep like this" he muttered as he patted the mattress.

Not to mention that the bed continues to make the sound 'Krek-krekk' when he moves. Marcello was curious about the sound and began to idly move his body with various styles. Until finally,

Brakkk ...

The wooden bed collapsed with Marcello in it.

"Akh, my waist!" his screeches.

Struggling, Marcello tried to get up and out of the ruins of the wooden bed.

"Joe!!!" his yell.

The man even forgot that he had ordered Joe and his Bodyguards home first.

"Gosh, I forgot that Joe was home" muttered Marcello while stroking his still-painful waist. He walked over to the shirt hanging behind the door and looked for his favorite flat object.

He tries to get in touch with Joe and bad luck hits him again. There was not the slightest signal in the village and it made Marcello even more panicked.

"Oh my God, how is this!" he muttered while peeking at his forehead.

"Could be! I have to survive here for Marissa."

The man put his cell phone back and then took the mattress that was trapped between the ruins of the wooden bed. He brought the shabby mattress to the side of the door and held it there.

Next day.

After finishing lunch, Marissa and Fattan sat down to relax in front of the porch while watching Erika who was playing water with the children around Fattan's house.

"Sir Fattan, I'd better get out of here" said Marissa with her head down.

"Where are you going, Marissa?" ask Fattan to panic.

"Where only. I don't want to trouble you guys anymore."

Fattan grabbed Marissa's hand and held it tightly. "You've never troubled anyone, Marissa. Me and Mom never felt bothered by you. Stay here, please!"

Fattan stared at Marissa's beautiful eyes that began to glaze over. Without them noticing someone was watching them with a sad look. Erika, the girl is jealous at the closeness of Fattan and Marissa.

"Sister. Come on, let's play again!" take a child who has been playing with him since. The little boy tugged at Erika's silent hands watching Fattan and Marissa together on the porch with a sad face.

Erika realized then turned to the little boy, "Alright," said Erika with a wry smile.

From a distance Marcello sauntered towards the residence of Bu Nilam on foot. Erika, the first person to become aware of the man's whereabouts, immediately ran over to Fattan and Marissa. The girl panicked and was terrified. He was afraid that Marcello would do something to Fattan and Miss Nilam.

"There's Mr. Marcello, there's Mr. Marcello!!!" said panic.

"What?! Where, where?!" ask Marissa who is no less panicked.

"There!!!" point at Erika with a pale face.

"God! Is that guy still here?!" peekot Marissa.

"Then how is this? I was scared," Erika said involuntarily hugging the handsome Lecturer's body. Fattan could only stroke the girl's head without breaking her embrace.

"You take it easy, Erika! That guy won't be picking on me, just look at me."

Marissa rolled up her negligent sleeve and prepared to block the man's arrival.

"Hi, Icha!" greet Marcello as he stands before the girl.

"Mr Marcello, wasn't it clear yesterday that I didn't want to go home with you. Why are you coming back now?!" marissa asked as she watched the pitiful face of the man.

Marcello's face looked pale, because last night he couldn't sleep. In addition to the hot weather, mosquitoes are very happy to swarm his body. It was clearly visible red bottles that adorned her pure white skin.

"Because Daddy's favorite daughter does not want to go home, then Daddy will stay here," he said without burden.

"What?!" peekot Marissa.

"Yes, Daddy will stay in this village until you're ready to go home with Daddy!"

"Yes, God!" marissa murmured while kneeling her temple.

Marissa pulled Erika and Fattan's hands together. He brought the two men into the house.

"Is this just my feeling, it seems like Mr Marcello has gone mad?!" marissa said as she peeked at the man from behind the window. It turned out that Marcello realized that his little Icha was peeking out from behind the window. He waved his hand with a sweet smile.

"You guys see him? He had never smiled silly like that before and this thing really scared me!" keep Marissa.

"Yes, Mr. Marcello seems to have gone mad and you're the one who has driven him crazy, Cha. Didn't you see the look in his eyes? It seems like she's in love with you, only she doesn't know how to express it to you" Erika said.

Fattan and Marissa fell silent after hearing the girl's words.

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