Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 60
Gerald immediately looked at the source of the voice when he heard someone talking to him. “You? Why are you still here?” tanyakanya. The handsome face still seemed flat, although it was surprised because it was unexpected that there was a woman whose status as his wife was in the apartment. It is usually quiet when he wakes up.
Cathleen put the MacBook on the table. “Work from home.” The woman stood up to swing her legs towards her husband. “Do you wake up every day?”
But, people who want to be approached instead do not stay in place, but have walked toward the kitchen to get drinking water. “Hm.” Gerald replied by confirming, though what came out of the lips was a brief mutter.
Gerald was about to go back to the room because he wanted to do activities that were nothing but playing games. But, his hand was already blocked by Cathleen so that the man did not leave the kitchen area.
The man of Mr. Giorgio's descent said nothing. He lowered his head to look at the wrist that Cathleen was currently touching. Then his sharp eyes turned to highlight the face of the woman he thought was talking a lot. Gerald jerked his chin slightly upwards as a sign of giving permission for his wife on his talking paper. “What?”
“Eat first, I have prepared for you,” take Cathleen while pointing to the dining table.
Gerald glanced towards Cathleen's index finger. He sighed. If I'm honest, the woman's cooking is not her taste at all. But, because of the goddamn agreement, it makes him inevitably have to appreciate what his wife has made on his paper.
“You buy or cook yourself again?” ask Gerald.
“Buy, long time I get tired of eating my own food, it does not taste too good,” explains Cathleen.
“Thank God you are self-conscious,” chirped Gerald in a soft voice while swinging his legs to take a sitting position where he usually eats.
Cathleen could still hear her husband muttering. He also threw his ass in front of the cold man. “Sorry that all this time my cooking is not as you expect. I've learned as much as I can, but it turned out to be very difficult.”
“Not need to complicate your life. Many restaurants, if hungry, better buy it. At least the taste is guaranteed and the stomach must be full,” said Gerald while entering a dish that finally feels good in the mouth.
“You don't care if I buy food from outside?” Cathleen accompanies Gerald at the dinner table. He had already finished his lunch, but still did not want to move from there. Instead, invite her husband to chat so that it feels closer and a little like a normal couple.
Cathleen shook her head. “No, but I myself want.”
“From now on, there's no need for you to complicate your life. If I'm honest, I don't really like your cooking,” Gerald said.
“Why?” Cathleen had not taken her eyes off the handsome man in front of her. It felt like the heart was jumping up and down because of the pounding.
“It doesn't feel good,” Gerald replied very honestly.
“But you always spend whatever I cook. I think you like my cooking because it suits your taste,” Cathleen replied in a soft voice.
“It was just as a form I kept our promise of agreement to cherish you as my wife.”
Cathleen was too confident when she thought her cooking was her husband's taste. “Are you the one who always keeps his promises?”
“Of course.”
Cathleen suddenly remembered one of the contents of the agreement she had said. “If Chloe is found alive, maybe someday you will already have a taste of me. Are you still going to divorce me?”
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...Whats? The Gege has a similar taste to you Cing? Do not be psyche deh, gausah ngeljak ask to be loved, thankfully you are not expelled from sono. Ni man or indeed dah, already given heart still ask heart. Not all the intestines, bile, and other innards? Don't make my emotions lu Cing! Sensi again...